Chapter Thirty Nine - Emergency First Aid (Part 2)

The night passed slowly as Noah kept a watch on the woman's breathing and checking on the wound occasionally. Blood hadn't completely seemed through so the makeshift bandage seemed to be doing its job.

Noah finally got a look at her face, she seemed to be quite the standard girl. She had a small butt chin and her eyes brows were thinly kept but looking past cosmetically he noticed that there were droplets of dried blood on her face along with a scar across her forehead.

He had looked at her saddle and noticed that there was a small bag tied to the handle which was originally hidden at the other side of the dragon, deciding to check to see if there were any proper bandages that he could change her into once she woke he only found a flask of blue liquid and a written scroll.

Curious what was written on the scroll he unrolled it and did his best to read what was written on it:

- Madam Sil

The attacks have not lessened. We continue to have multiple attacks from various areas of the capitals from Wyverns that are bigger than most dragons on the defences. The farms around the Phili ring had been burned down to only a few remaining settlements within a day. We have done our best to have the knights take the refugees into the Phili and Bernard ring but there have been multiple disputes during this.

We believe the Wyverns are from Sirind Empire, they have what looks like to be a type of collar around their necks but whenever we kill one it explodes and decapitates the neck and head off the bodies.

We will continue to monitor the situation but there are Dragon Trooper who do not care about the situation, as you believed there would be. Commander Keith is one of these which seems to be why we did not respond on the first day, but I couldn't bear with it by the second day.

By the time you read this, I will more than likely be court-martialled by him and his captains that stood by and watched our people suffer. Much like Sir Isan and Sir Henry, I expect such a punishment where I will not be able to wake for a few weeks, by the time I recover I hope the situation has been settled.

For the Emperor,

Captain Rachel.

Once he read it he panicked. Sir Isan... surely not the Sir Isan he knew. Quickly realising it must have been a secret document and quickly rolled it up and put it back. Tying the bag up and placing it exactly as he found it not wanting to get involved in something that had nothing to do with himself.

Taking a seat and meditating just a couple metres away from his injured patient, he closed his eyes and started only taking breaks to check that she was still breathing steadily.

The sun eventually came out, only just able to break past the giant clouds of smoke that had taken over the sky through the night. It was at that moment that Noah heard a groan and found his patient had her hand over the wound and pressing on it.

"A friend of mine would have called you a fool for doing something dumb as soon as you woke up but I am not him and as your temporary healer I will ask you to refrain from reopening that wound." Giving her a small smile.

"Where am I?" eyeing Noah in nothing but suspicion. Her eyes catching his swords and staring at him trying to figure out what he was intending to do with them.

"We are somewhere in the Sil zone, I imagine you were flying back to the Dragon Keep when your dragon noticed me and landed. I think that they knew you weren't going to last much longer even with how fast they can fly." Reaching slowly for his bag and taking out a flask which he reached out to give her.

She gingerly accepted it, "So you're a retired Dragon Trooper? You seem to young for that." Giving him a proper inspection.

Noah had grown quite a bit in the 9 months he had been gone, even if Aurelius was still taller than him; He also had gotten a lot broader, his muscles were a lot more toned from both sparring and training.

His black hair had grown to just under his shoulder blades but he had chopped it off while she was sleeping, wanting to look semi-reasonable and now was just long enough to reach his shoulders. His eyes a dark brown.

Laughing it off, "I am not. My Master is a retired Dragon Trooper but due to some circumstances we were separated and now I was heading to the capital to try and help."

"Your Master? No one should be here unless they were picked to be here."

"Well, I suppose you could say I was picked to be here." A sheepish smile appeared on his face, thinking of how Isan had given him the choice of where to train.

"What's your name?"

"Noah, I don't have a last name. I am from the countryside. What's your name?" Scratching the back of his head and laughing awkwardly.

"A country bumpkin? How did you manage to get an Ex-Dragon Trooper to become your master? That doesn't make sense in any way. I ... My name is Fiona..." Deciding to at least give him a name he could call her.

"Well... That is a story and a half if I was to tell you. Why don't I go get us some food and we can talk some more about what you want to do from here."

"Okay..."

Leaving the conversation there, he told her not to move too much or the wound would reopen and he didn't have another shirt to rip and bandage her with.

He walked off, picking up a few stones and just leaving her there. Knowing if they had gone anywhere it would surely have better healers than he could be.

After Noah had walked off and she was sure that he wasn't there, Fiona pushed herself up against her dragons knee and did her best to walk over to the dragons head, letting her right hand pet against it.

"Oh Uni, what are we going to do. You are still resting up and I can barely hold my sword right now although I don't even know where it went after we fought off that man on the Wyvern at least he should be suffering just as much as me right now.

She stayed like that until Noah came back, he gave her into trouble and told her she should be resting. Telling her that he wasn't an actual healer he only knew basic first aid.

Their conversation was a bit of a standstill while Noah plucking a bird's feathers off it; that he saw just out the corner of his eye managing to use magic aura to throw the rock at it.

After he had done that he realised an issue that he didn't have anything to start a fire with to cook with. Awkwardly grinning he dug a small pit and sued some ferns that he had broken into pieces to make a fire.

To start the fire he used a magic spell he had picked up from Alaric whispering to himself. "Stifare" Willing the magic particles into his hands and onto the fern that was touching his index finger. He had never done this before but it worked a lot more effectively than he expected and a big fire burst onto the ferns, scaring him so he fell on his butt.

Fiona let a little giggle out. How could she not? He was clearly inexperienced with spells. Which was always entertaining when someone used one for the first time because they never knew how much magic particles to give the spell.

Finally, she felt a little safer being with him and trusted him a little more too.