To Make A Choice

At any moment, I could release the healing spell. But Ned's words made me hesitate.

Although I didn't want Mildred to die, casting this healing spell had a very high chance of killing me. It had never occurred to me before that someone else could be hurt by my death, but...

I couldn't help but remember seeing Everett die in front of me.

Although I tried my best not to think about it, the thought remained in the corner of my heart, almost like a tiny splinter.

...Now that I thought about it, my death would defeat the purpose of saving Mildred in the first place.

I furrowed my brows.

"...Damn."

I cast the healing spell on myself. A gentle feeling coursed through my body, mending the accumulated damage.

However, I nearly blanked out just from the pain my mind was experiencing.