Unlike before when she tried to treat it lightly, this time she had Meisa lift her upper clothes halfway and carefully examined the wound area from all angles, so Turan politely turned his head away.
"Oh my."
"Is it very bad?"
"Bad, I should say... The inside is a mess due to being clumsily attached with weak healing power. I see, that’s why you were carrying her earlier—because her legs won’t move."
According to Rida’s explanation, the inside of Meisa’s body was literally close to being just patched up.
While her organs and blood vessels were roughly aligned, her bones, nerves, muscles, and so on were literally just attached any which way.
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This was not only because the wound had been roughly patched when she was injured, but also because the recovery potion magic tools used for treatment were far too low-grade for Meisa’s level.
To fix such a roughly attached wound required even more powerful recovery magic than usual treatment.
"Then..."
"It seems that to fix this, our house head would need to personally apply their power."
Only the house head could exert overwhelming healing power for Meisa, who had grown to a level similar to that of ordinary great house heads.
"If we’re borrowing the house head’s power, it won’t be free, will it?"
"Absolutely not. In fact, it might be impossible regardless of the compensation. Even the house head would have to consume a tremendous amount of power to forcibly tear apart and fix such a wound."
The reason wizard house masters rarely leave their main residence is to protect their house and family members from possible attacks.
Of course, houses like Labitas with no enemies might take simple hot spring trips like last time, but they should still avoid situations that consume large amounts of power.
"However, it’s not that there’s no method at all."
"Would you please tell us?"
"It’s easier to treat a fresh wound than to forcibly correct a misaligned one."
Turan and Meisa’s faces hardened as they realized what Rida meant.
Her words implied that they should cut Meisa’s waist once more and then attach it correctly.
"T-that..."
Meisa’s voice trembled as she answered, indicating that the pain and fear she had experienced at that time were not small.
However, she soon gritted her teeth and nodded.
"I’m, I’m okay with it. If that’s what it takes to fix it properly."
"What a brave young lady! Good. Then I’ll speak to the house head separately."
"Would it be difficult even with your power, Lady Rida, using that method?"
"Indeed it would. If it were another part of the body, I could attach it slowly, but one can’t take a break while reattaching a severed waist, can they?"
Since that wasn’t wrong, Turan groaned quietly and nodded.
After discussing the method, they had to talk about the treatment cost.
If they were using Rida’s magic, she might do it for free out of goodwill, but not if the house head was directly involved.
"Do you have anything prepared as compensation?"
"Yes. If it’s wealth, I have quite a bit."
Besides the massive amount of gold and silver they had mined from the island, if that wasn’t enough, he was also considering offering to handle several troublesome tasks for them.
Hearing this, Rida nodded.
"I understand. I’ll hint at this to the house head today, so when the child has time, meet together and discuss it."
Pretending not to have heard Rida’s casual reference to the house head as "the child," Turan carried Meisa out of the reception room.
The owner of the presence that had been felt outside for a while now addressed him.
"Mr. Turan."
The owner of the voice was none other than Solif’s father, Godis Baraha.
After leaving the reception room earlier, he had been waiting for Turan outside all along.
"If you’re requesting to meet my servant, I must refuse. It seems like you’ll just find some strange fault with him."
"Ah... Then, would you at least accept this?"
Perhaps due to being severely scolded earlier, Godis, who seemed somewhat deflated, offered a letter instead of being stubborn.
Since Turan’s arms were occupied carrying Meisa, she checked his face and then accepted the letter on his behalf.
"If you happen to meet that Sol... the Baraha successor again, please show him this letter."
After saying that, Godis withdrew with slumped shoulders.
It seemed he really just wanted to deliver a letter.
"This letter, there’s nothing strange about it, right?"
"I don’t sense anything."
As he said, to the relic’s senses, it was just an ordinary letter without a trace of magic.
Shortly after, upon returning to their assigned lodgings, Turan first called Solif and Bize from the servant quarters.
"How did it go, was the recovery successful? Hmm, from the looks of it, I guess not."
"It seems we’ll need the help of the house head here."
"Ugh."
Solif, who immediately thought about the cost, groaned but then swallowed what he was about to say.
It was because he detected that Meisa’s expression, sitting on the bed, had become heavy.
Turan cut off the air around the lodging with wind magic and then brought up the matter.
"By the way, there’s something related to you."
"What is it?"
"Your father is here."
At Turan’s words, Solif’s face contorted bizarrely.
It was closer to bewilderment than fear, anger, or disgust.
"Him? Why on earth!?"
"It seems he was mobilized as part of something like a search team tracking your whereabouts. He was already suspicious when I mentioned having one servant, thinking it might be you, so be careful if you meet him. It would be better if you don’t meet at all if possible."
"Good grief... I don’t have confidence in not being discovered if we meet."
Since Solif didn’t talk much about his parents usually, Turan didn’t know exactly what kind of relationship he had with his father.
However, judging from the nuance, there didn’t seem to be much resentment.
"And your father sent a letter."
"A letter?"
"He asked me to pass it on if I met you."
When Turan handed over the letter he had received earlier, Solif’s face became solemn as he opened and read it.
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After a moment, his face gradually distorted.
"Damn, I shouldn’t have looked at it."
"Why?"
"Well, just the usual stuff. Contents blaming me..."
As Solif held out the letter as if suggesting Turan read it, he accepted it and read it together with Meisa.
As with their first meeting, Godis’s letter was filled with all sorts of archaic expressions, making it difficult to read.
After reading it for a while, Meisa briefly summarized:
"To sum it up... your mother is sad because you ran away, did you fight and kill the elite members of the family who were trying to bring you back, if so, come back and repent, the house head said he would forgive all your sins, something like that."
"Forgiveness my ass. And they even put out a wanted notice."
While ignoring Solif’s grumbling voice, Turan narrowed his eyes, feeling something strange as he read the letter.
This was because there were several parts where the sentences or spacing seemed subtly awkward.
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"No, this part here seems a bit strange."
"Where... Ah!"
Meisa exclaimed after looking at the part Turan pointed out.
"From this part, if you read diagonally every two characters, it forms a sentence. I’ve done this with my mother before."
"What does it say?"
To Solif’s question, Meisa traced the line with her finger and read the characters.
"Never... come... back."