Rod was shocked.
He now understood why all the medical and educational personnel he encountered were so gentle, lovely, and capable.
Why the maid he met after completing his mission was so enthusiastic, and why she seemed so dejected when she was turned away, even apologizing to him for it.
Molly pushed up her glasses and continued, "If it's a high-rank combatant, they would receive services from a professional spirit doctor, and the Royal City Service Department would design the best treatment plans for them and regularly check to ensure their mental health."
"And you are already listed."
Is there such a good thing?
Rod rubbed his hands together, feeling slightly expectant.
Several clock hours later, the bald master finally completed his masterpiece.
He held the new Spirit Gun as if cradling his newborn child.
It was about half a yard long, entirely crystalline, like solidified streaming light, bent within the gel without a single detail visible.