There are various theories about the causes of malignant tumors, but a prominent theory at the Kingdom Healers’ Association suggests that it is due to a “bug” in the genetic information of certain cells, causing cell division, which should normally be limited, to occur indefinitely.
In the past, treatment for malignant tumors typically involved surgical excision, but that’s no longer the case. This change is largely due to the remarkable advancements in “non-surgical procedures.”
After discovering the “bug cells” using the magic of dark healers (or holy power in the case of healers), a procedure has been established to update them to normal genetic information.
For areas that have already become tumors, it is sufficient to apply “transplant heal technology,” turning them into a jelly-like substance and allowing it to be absorbed by the surrounding cells and blood vessels.
“I have performed this procedure many times in my clinic… but under the current circumstances, it will be difficult to achieve a complete cure for this child.”
Mior’s body structure is unique.
Perhaps it’s because they are a synthetic being.
The treatment templates I have used for monsters so far are not applicable.
“Is it really impossible to help Mior…?”
Amilta averted her eyes and spoke in a fragile voice.
“This child, you see, has no mom or dad. They couldn’t be found. But in the center of this courtyard, they became my first friend.”
“…”
“Mior helped me with my lonely feelings a lot. That’s why I wanted to help them too. But even though my dad looked for many dark healers, it didn’t work out.”
“I see, I see.”
“The dark healers in this country specialize in races like vampires and werewolves, so they can’t do dark healing for rare children like Mior.”
“Interesting indeed. So that’s the structure!”
“…Huh? Hey, Kiwi-san, are you listening to me?”
“Hm? What is it? I’m concentrating right now, could you please be quiet for a bit?”
“Eh?! You weren’t listening?!”
Amilta puffed out her cheeks and stomped her feet.
So childish…
Well, it’s normal since she is actually a child.
“I was talking this whole time! You should be listening!”
“Oh? Yes, sorry. I got so caught up in treating Mior-kun that I…”
I lifted Mior’s fluffy body from my lap and handed them back to Amilta.
“At this stage, it’s difficult to prevent transfer or recurrence, but we’ve managed to eliminate the tumor. After waiting for about ten minutes, the swelling should subside as it is absorbed by other cells.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
“Was it complicated? To put it simply, it means ‘surgery is no longer necessary.'”
“…Huh?”
“Show me again. If we take our time to establish a treatment method suitable for Mior-kun, ‘complete recovery’ will be possible.”
It was almost simultaneous.
A voice echoed from somewhere into the guest room.
‘—Kiwi Alaya, preparations for your audience with His Majesty the Demon King are complete. Please proceed down the corridor.’
A slender marble pathway glowing a mysterious red emerged from the ground, surrounded by grass and flowers in the courtyard.
At the end of the straight path appeared ominous black double doors.
“Well then, I have business to attend to, so I’ll see you again somewhere.”
“Ah, eh, uh… eh?!”
Leaving Amilta, who blinked with her big round eyes, I began to walk down the path.
I wanted to say something more to her, but I’m sorry; I also need to focus now.
“Now, I must prove my usefulness…!”
I opened the door and stepped inside.
In an instant, the scenery changed.
I found myself in a throne room made of black stone that sparkled like obsidian, shaped like a fan.
Looking back, there was only a door, and the courtyard was nowhere to be seen.
“You have arrived well, Kiwi Alaya.”
The voice belonged to a beautiful demon standing tall next to the throne set upon a raised stage at the pinnacle of the room.
The beauty turned her golden eyes toward me and continued speaking in a loud voice.
“The one here is none other than the ruler of the Demon Kingdom Ouguron, ‘Lumak Ouguron, the Demon King.'”
“Ha ha!”
Without hesitation, I knelt down and bowed my head toward the throne as if lying prostrate on the ground.
I had no animosity from the beginning, but I was ready to cast aside all dignity as a human.
…I will do whatever it takes to be recognized as a refugee!
“Raise your face.”
The deep voice, penetrating the space, struck my ears.
After counting to two in my mind, I lifted my face.
“Welcome, Alaya. I am Lumak Ouguron.”
He was a seemingly ordinary human man, not much different in stature from me.
He wore finely tailored clothing and draped a vivid red cape diagonally over his shoulder.
He was not inferior to a human noble.
However, being a demon, the color and shape of his pupils were different.
“Do not be so formal, Alaya. Let us speak casually.”
His cobalt blue eyes, glimmering coldly, stared at me from behind his dark skin.
Mior
