Heretia was reading the documents stacked in front of the desk in the tent; she was working on contrasting the list of missing people of Torra with all the patient’s personal details.

A lot of patients had been brought here while they were unconscious; therefore there were many cases where they remained unidentified. Patients with burns were lying down and groaning from here and there inside the tents.

“Come on. While I’m not dying, I still got quite an ouchie. It hurts pretty bad,” Heretia grinned and lightly shook her skirt.

The movement of her skirt which felt abnormally light and empty was indicative of the fact that there was no longer anything under her thighs. Juan looked at Heretia’s skirt with a stiff expression.

“I got lucky. The part that was directly struck by the lightning completely turned into ashes and fell off immediately, but thanks to that, there was no bleeding. I couldn't even feel that much pain.”

Heretia was speaking nonchalantly as if it was nothing, but Juan could tell that she was lying. After all, Juan had also swung Telgramm at other people. She was acting like nothing happened, but he could easily guess just how severe the wounds which remained under her clothes were.

“Why are you working when you’re injured so badly? You are also a patient, you know,” Juan said.

“Haha. I might look lazy at times, but I’m the type to feel more ill if I lie down on my sickbed and do nothing. Don’t worry. I was already treated much...