Magi Craft Meister

Chapter 702

21-13 A Sigh of Relief

A jump from ten meters high is dangerous; done improperly, it can cause serious injury or even death.

Rodrigo was no exception. His body slammed against the water, causing him to lose consciousness.

“…I understand how he feels, but honestly, he’s a handful…”

Jin thought it would have been better if Rodrigo had waited for the airship to descend a bit more.

Still, considering Rodrigo had no knowledge of such high-diving risks and had acted purely out of concern for his daughter, there was nothing to be done about it.

Regardless, Jin lowered the airship further and checked on the pair

Marcia, still aboard the Cygnus, and Rodrigo floating in the sea.

Both seemed to be unconscious. In particular, Marcia had a severe wound on her right thigh; her face was drained of color, and she looked to be in danger.

“Reiko, get them aboard.”

“Yes, understood.”

Possessing a Force Generator, Reiko safely brought both individuals onto the gondola.

“Rodrigo seems to be just knocked out. But Marcia is the bigger concern.”

Though the bleeding from her right thigh had stopped, she had been in the water for quite some time, even if it was a warm current, and showed signs of hypothermia.

“…I’ll take basic first-aid measures, then leave the rest to Elsa.”

In addition to the knowledge passed on by Jin, Elsa had also trained under the renowned healer Sally Mileshan, making her more adept than Jin at healing now.

So Jin performed only cursory treatment Sterilization to disinfect, then Recover to close the wound.

“Arrow, well done. Really, good job.”

Jin praised Arrow wholeheartedly; after all, Arrow had found Marcia more quickly than anyone from Hourai Island.

“We’ll treat Marcia here. Let the folks at the shop know there’s no need to worry.”

He instructed Arrow to return and reassure Jeremy and Bacchus.

“Understood, Creator.”

“All right, full speed back!”

The airship gained altitude, and the Cygnus sped off in the opposite direction.

“Let’s use the Force Generator as well.”

Fortunately, Rodrigo was unconscious, so top speed wouldn’t alarm him.

They also used a wind-blocking barrier and pushed past safe limits, reaching 200 kmh. Covering the 60 kilometers back to Portrock City took under 20 minutes.

They reduced speed to around 30 kmh once the land came into view, then descended into the guesthouse courtyard.

Guards, staff, and maids rushed over from all sides.

Among them were Reinhardt and Elsa—likely free now that their official business for the day was done.

“Elsa!”

The moment they touched down, Jin called out to Elsa.

“Brother Jin… the ones who were shipwrecked—Marcia!”

“Yeah. I’ll explain later. Please see to her right away.”

“Mm. Diagnose.”

Elsa performed a quick examination on the spot.

“…No arterial damage, but her pulse is weak and body temperature is low. I see major blood loss, mild hypothermia, and early signs of hyperkalemia.”

Hyperkalemia can have various causes. In this case, it was likely related to hypothermia combined with the potassium from damaged cells—due to her large wound—leaking into her bloodstream.

Symptoms would include arrhythmia and muscle weakness.

“She needs immediate treatment.”

“Got it. …You, please let us use a room for treatment.”

Reinhardt asked an official on the scene. They quickly agreed, and Marcia and Rodrigo were carried inside.

“First, we need to warm her up.”

With that, Elsa placed her hand over Marcia and used her own healing magic.

“Warming.”

Elsa gradually raised Marcia’s body temperature.

Next, Elsa worked on replenishing the fluids Marcia had lost from bleeding. She used an emergency supply of Hourai Island’s famed Persica Juice, preparing a feeding straw.

Lacking a suitable vessel, she requested a block of silver, then used Forming to shape it into a feeding cup. She poured the warmed Persica Juice in and let Marcia drink little by little.

This replaced lost fluids and nutrients while warming her from the inside.

After these steps, Elsa employed healing magic.

“Genesung (Complete Cure).”

It was the highest-level healing magic for internal injuries, intended to restore her chilled internal organs to proper function. It couldn’t instantly replenish all her lost blood, but Marcia’s complexion visibly improved.

“Diagnose.”

After treating the hypothermia, Elsa examined the gash on Marcia’s right thigh in detail.

“…It’s all right. As I said before, the major blood vessels and nerves aren’t damaged. Your first-aid treatment was appropriate, Brother Jin.”

“That’s a relief.”

Jin, who had done the initial treatment, breathed a sigh of relief.

Elsa confirmed the condition of the wound, then cast another healing spell.

“Healing.”

It was an intermediate-level external healing spell. Because the wound was large, healing it all at once with the highest-level magic risked misaligned tissues that could leave scars or cause lingering pain.

By checking the healing progress step-by-step, Elsa ensured a smooth recovery—thoughtful consideration for Marcia as a fellow woman.

“Healing… all right, that should do it.”

No scar remained; the wound healed beautifully.

Relieved of pain, Marcia’s face relaxed, though she was still unconscious.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo—who’d been knocked out by his reckless dive.

“Diagnose…!”

Elsa was startled by the results of her examination.

“…He’s dislocated a lumbar vertebra, and one of his ribs is cracked…”

“What!”

It was worse than they’d expected.

“Probably from slamming into the water’s surface. The loss of consciousness is due to a concussion… but there’s no apparent brain injury, so he should come around soon. Fully Heal.”

“…That’s a relief.”

Having multiple injured patients had Jin quite worried; he finally let out a long sigh.

“You did well, Brother Jin.”

“You too, Elsa. Thanks.”

Reinhardt approached then.

“Looks like the treatment’s done. I just informed the marquis of the situation, and he said we’re free to use this room as a sickbay.”

“That’s helpful.”

About that time, Rodrigo regained consciousness.

“Urgh… Mar… cia…”

His first words were of his daughter, a true testament to fatherhood.

“Rodrigo, that was reckless. You injured your back, and even cracked a rib.”

Jin pretended to scold him, furrowing his brow. Rodrigo rose gingerly from the bed, scratching his head apologetically.

“I know—I’m sorry. I saw my daughter and I just… lost my head. …So, how is she”

“She’s safe. Treatment’s complete; she’s resting in the next bed.”

“What!”

Rodrigo turned to see his beloved daughter lying there.

“Ma—”

He nearly shouted, but caught himself and held his tongue.

(…rcia…)

Standing up, he moved to watch her sleeping face.

Tears glistened in his eyes.

“She should wake up soon. Until then, please stay by her side quietly.”

Elsa gave him that advice, gently nudged Jin and Reinhardt, and left the room.

“Marcia…”

Alone, Rodrigo gazed at the sleeping face of the daughter he had dreamt of for so long, quietly shedding tears.