There's No Way the Hot Girls Would Fall for an Ordinary 'Healer NPC' Like Me! ~About How I'm Just Treating the Beat-Up Heroines, But For Some Reason Their Reactions Are Getting Really Weird~ - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Zombie Legion

Calm down.

Focus your mind.

The usual way of doing this won’t keep up with this many people.

In that case—

“Bring all the injured over here!”

Just move three times faster, like Shia!

Following my voice, injured guards started coming in one after another. I desperately pressed my hands on their wounds and moved my fingers.

At ten times the usual speed.

Fast enough that my fingers would definitely break.

But if one hand breaks, I can just heal it with the other hand while I keep going.

I stacked my left hand over my right.

Then I started massaging with both hands at the same time, but in completely different rhythms.

My right hand’s fingers flew at insane breakthrough speed while my left hand healed them on the spot.

In less than a minute, one guard’s injuries were completely gone.

“Next!”

I practically kicked the healed guard out of the way and grabbed the next person’s wound, rubbing away.

Before I knew it, my healing speed had overtaken the rate at which the guards were getting hurt.

“Ooooooh! We can win like this!”

Shut up!

Don’t yell!

I’m trying to concentrate over here!

“W-why…?! The numbers aren’t dropping at all…!?”

The guy named Estard or Mastard shouted.

Yeah, you’re the loudest one here.

The scene in front of me had clearly changed from just a moment ago. The guards who should have been lying on the ground were now standing normally.

And they looked full of energy.

No, way too full of energy.

“Uwooooo!! I can go one more time!!”

“I want to tell you not to push yourself, but please go ahead right now!”

While sending him off, I grabbed the next injured person’s arm.

Next.

Heal.

Next.

It had turned into some kind of assembly line.

Whoa, this might actually be a little fun.

No, it’s not fun at all.

Not even a bit.

My fingers hurt like hell.

But if I stop, it’s all over.

So I keep going.

“Next!”

“I’m good now!”

“Next!”

Before I realized it, people had started lining up in front of me.

Huh? What is this?

A hospital?

It’s like I’m running a reception desk.

“Go to Lord Leon! He’ll fix you in a second!”

“I’m next! Prioritize me!”

“Line up properly! Wait your turn!”

Why the hell did order suddenly appear?

Weren’t we just killing each other a minute ago?

Don’t start following rules all of a sudden.

Still, I’m grateful.

Insanely grateful.

Way better than everyone panicking.

Meanwhile, things were changing on the front line too.

“Push them back!!”

“We can do this! We can!!”

The guards who had been falling back were now advancing instead.

And the momentum was completely different.

Even if they got hit, they came straight back to me.

Like zombies.

Well, they’re on our side, so it’s fine.

But from the enemy’s perspective, it must be a nightmare.

“W-what the hell are these guys!?”

“No matter how many times we knock them down, they keep getting back up!”

The soldiers in black armor were clearly rattled.

Of course they were.

Normally, your fighting force shrinks as the battle goes on.

Why is theirs growing? That’s the question.

“I-impossible…!”

The guy who sounded like Estard or Mastard shouted again.

I don’t have time to remember his name.

Plus he’s loud.

“My army is being pushed back…!?”

Nah, they’re more like zombies.

Super zombie-like.

Just like those old zombie movies I used to watch.

“Stop the healer!! Take out that man!!”

Oh crap.

They’re looking this way.

Staring hard.

“Whoa, they’re coming, coming, coming!”

Several soldiers started charging toward me.

No no no no way!

I can’t fight!

Right at that moment—

“Stay away from Lord Leon!!”

Bam!!

A guard jumped in front of me and sent the soldiers flying.

Whoa, he’s strong.

Wasn’t this guy on the verge of death just a minute ago?

“I’ll repay the favor for healing me!!”

And he’s even saying cool lines.

But I just healed him like two seconds ago, right?

He can move like that right after being healed?

That’s pretty amazing.

Wait, no time to think about that now.

“Next!”

I just can’t stop.

If I stop, everything collapses.

So I keep my fingers moving.

Even at the limit.

Even if they break.

I can just heal them while I use them.

“…Alright.”

I looked at the front line again.

Just a moment ago we were being pushed back, but now the enemy was the one retreating.

The black armor was slowly pulling back.

The tide had clearly turned.

If things keep going like this—

“Shia-only sack!!”

Oops, I got too excited for a second.

Medicine needs calm.

What am I doing, losing my cool?

The counter-push on the front finally became decisive.

“Push them baaaaack!!”

With the guards’ roar, the black-armored soldiers retreated all at once.

The momentum they’d had earlier crumbled like it was a lie.

Apparently their spirit broke after facing opponents who kept standing up no matter how many times they were knocked down.

“Damn…! This can’t be…!”

Estard or Mastard gritted his teeth.

His face looked a lot more strained than before.

“Why… why is the healing this strong…!”

Because I’m the healer NPC, obviously.

“There!”

One of the guards who had pushed the front line swung at Mastard.

“Tch…!”

Mastard tried to step back, but it was already too late.

He was completely surrounded.

“Give it up, Eliod.”

Mireille’s voice rang out quietly.

As if on cue, all the sword tips around them pointed straight at Mastard.

“…Heh, hehehe… To think I’d lose to a mere healer…”

Mastard glared at me.

Please stop.

You’re kinda scary.

“So my calculations were off…”

Yeah, exactly.

I never expected things to turn out like this either.

“But… still…”

The moment Mastard tried to do something—

Wham!!

A guard punched him from behind, and he collapsed on the spot.

“Alright, we’ve got him!”

Huh?

It ended more easily than I thought.

I was expecting more of a final boss vibe.

Instead it just ended with a plain old punch.

“…Is it over?”

I muttered without thinking.

When I looked around, the black-armored soldiers had already dropped their weapons or been subdued.

The murderous intent from earlier had vanished like it was never there.

“Lord Leon.”

Mireille walked over to me.

“Thanks to you, we managed to get through this.”

“N-no… um…”

I was getting some seriously heavy gratitude.

But all I really did was rub people.

“Thank you so much.”

Mireille bowed deeply.

Please don’t.

I didn’t do anything that impressive.

“…Um.”

But anyway—

“My fingers are pretty much at their limit, so… can I take a break…?”

Ah, for some reason both Mireille and Estina laughed at me…