The Battle for Lunafama(final part)

Upstairs, the second floor of the newly acquired shop had transformed into a clinic in the making.

Vergil moved with calm precision, laying out the medical instruments he had brought—sterilized scalpels, enchanted needles, healing tinctures, and enchanted surgical threads. The room smelled faintly of alcohol and lavender, clean and cold.

Freya was at his side, rolling out cloth for the operating bed while giving instructions to Mina and Lira.

Mina checked over a case of tools with the same diligence as when she honed her blade. "Everything's accounted for, father."

"Good," Vergil replied, glancing over his shoulder. "You're cleared to open your own practice as well, Mina—but keep your specialization in mind."

Mina nodded. "Understood. I'll focus on trauma recovery and internal injuries—especially those sustained in combat."