Rest Well

We are getting out of here my friend.

I crouch down and lift him in a princess carry.

Using divine power, it isn't troublesome at all.

The slime rests on his chest.

Then I head toward the hall.

There's gotta be the equivalent of a hospital somewhere here.

I haven't seen any healers since coming to this world, but they exist, right?

There is no way they don't!

I see the man in charge of this pavilion.

He gives us a weird look.

[He's unconscious and I'm not sure if he's fine! What do we do?!]

"What?! How?! This isn't supposed to…"

[I don't know! Help him first! We can talk later!]

"Follow me!"

We ignore the mass of curious people.

No time for them.

I carry him until we reach a building on the side of the complex.

"This is where we take care of injured beasts. They should be able to fix him."

A man in a red robe emerges from a side-door.

"You do know this is for beasts, right?"

"Yeah, but there is not time to…"

"Even if he's fat he's still human you know…"