Color-Coding

We had come to the dwarves’ country.

With Sui-chan’s help, we finished repairing the broken buildings.

“Next, we’ll move on to treating the injured.”

The elf Zenith-chan and the Fire Drakekin Toka-chan returned.

“…We have finished sorting the injured.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Then the dwarf Teteroro tilted his head.

“What do you mean by sorting?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. I had them sort the injured by symptoms. Minor injuries, serious injuries, and the dead, that sort of thing.”

I had handed Zenith-chan three colors of cloth and had her distribute them according to the classification.

Blue for minor injuries, red for serious injuries, and black for the dead.

“Could Saintess-sama’s miracle not heal them all together at once?”

I was not a saintess, but correcting that was already too much trouble, so I left it alone.

“Well, it is possible to heal them. But there’s a risk of over-healing them.”

“What do you mean?”

I explained.

Medicine had effects suited to its purpose.

Using enough healing power to cure even the dead on a minor wound from just cutting a finger would be excessive.

It could destroy the cells instead, after all.

“You have to follow the proper dosage and usage with medicine.”

“I see! As expected of Saintess-sama, you are so knowledgeable!”

I had the robot maid prepare three buckets.

Each contained a potion suited to the severity.

“Now, everyone. Hand these potions out to the respective patients.”

“““Yeah!”””

Daphne-chan and the others split up and handed potions to the minor injuries, serious injuries, and the dead.

Then…

“Amazing! My injury healed!”

“My arm grew back!?”

“Eh, eeeh!? I-I came back to lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?”

And so, the injured returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

“N-no, wait! Saintess-sama! The dead! There were dead people!?”

The dead who had black cloth wrapped around them had revived.

Let’s see.

“So?”

“Wha!?”

“If someone died and turned to ash, that would be one thing, but if the body is still there and the brain hasn’t started breaking down yet, then of course they can be revived, right?”

That much should naturally be possible, right?

Revival medicine was something that had existed normally five hundred years ago.

“““A-amazing! Saintess-sama is amazingggggg!”””

Including the people who had been revived, everyone praised me.

Was it really that amazing?

To me, I had only done something obvious in the obvious way.

It felt like being told, “Wow, you can walk, good for you,” when I was someone who could walk, so it irritated me a little.

Then the smug-faced robot maid Cherge approached me and said,

“Master, this is the future world, different from the world five hundred years ago where you originally lived, you know?”

“Ah… come to think of it, that’s right.”

A lot of things had declined, hadn’t they?

Somehow, I tend to forget that.