Merciless Assassin
(Qing Yue's Perspective)
Finally, I stepped before the last bed. The twentieth and final patient of mine — the same one Elena was struggling on, presumably.
I looked behind me, widening my eyes as I saw my opponent start to throw random spells at her poor patient. On the floor beside her lay multiple mana potions — well, the containers that used to hold them, anyway. They were now empty; Elena consumed them all.
"… She's not treating them as patients at all," I muttered, sighing. "She's no better than my opponent in the first round. Her tactics may be different since she learned from watching the fight between me and that boy, but her mindset did not change at all."
Turning back to face my twentieth patient, I smiled. The patient I would be treating was a young girl. The most concerning part? She had tears in her eyes.