"Well, well, that's all I can do for now..." I muttered, gazing at Kara's beautiful, snow-white skin. Her stomach was exposed; I had removed her uniform shirt and the armor that protected her to tend to the wound on her side. The injury was nearly 20 centimeters long and 5 centimeters deep, a dangerous wound that could become fatal if infected. I laid her on the smooth floor and started cleaning the wound with a damp towel, being careful not to apply unnecessary pressure. Using the little water I had, I managed to clean the wound and then tore some fabric from my clothes to fashion makeshift bandages. Wrapping them carefully, I noted her pale complexion, the sweat dripping from her forehead, and the slight tremor in her body—clear signs of her suffering. But that was all I could do. I don't know Light Magic... After all, I'm a demon. Now we just have to wait for the Saint to come and fully heal her.