MPBAGS Chapter 25

I was wondering how I'd carry this heavy thing upstairs, but in the blink of an eye, it was in the room. What? What's going on here?

"Did you do this?"

"Yes!"

Jelly answered with great enthusiasm.

So beastkin here uses magic too. Who would've thought the first mage I'd see in this other world would be a different species. Ah, are beastkin shamans?

But if you're a werewolf, isn't it usually about physical strength? Where did you put those sharp claws to use magic instead? I was a bit displeased, but then I reflected on it since it seemed like a kind of species discrimination.

Anyway, I'm glad we got up here comfortably. Now I need to treat the wounds, but I can't tell how badly injured it is because of all the fur.

"It's uncomfortable, so try changing into human form."

Before I could even blink, Jelly had transformed into a human. I thought they'd look fierce, but surprisingly, they looked kind-hearted. I was worried about nudity, but the clothes were properly worn as if fantasy rules applied. Though they were practically rags, at least it wasn't naked.

After transforming into human form, the condition looked more serious than I thought. Hidden by the fur, the whole body was covered with cuts and stab wounds from sharp objects. Did you come here after a sword fight?

I was planning to just give first aid, but it didn't seem like that would be enough. I was wondering whether to call a doctor or priest when Pudding appeared from somewhere and spat something out. The ornately and delicately carved bottle looked familiar.

"Holy water?"

It's holy water. As if confirming my words, Pudding meowed.

Right. There was holy water! I thought it was all used up, but there must have been some left. It probably came from the Count's room. Without being wary of the strange wolf, you brought holy water to treat your friend?

Our cat is so smart. When I petted its head, Pudding rubbed its face against my hand.

I was melting from Pudding's affection when suddenly an anxious thought occurred to me. Until now, I thought there was no beastkin in the story setting, so I just let it pass... but isn't our Pudding a bit too smart for a cat...?

No way. No way. It can't be, right? Pudding, please don't tell me you're a beastkin!

I was looking at Pudding anxiously when Pudding cutely meowed. It can't be. Come to think of it, our Pudding has never spoken human words. Right. If it were a beastkin, would it have endured the inconvenience of communication all this time?

But my mind was already leaning toward Pudding being a beastkin. Damn! If I had known it was a world with beastkin, I would have been more careful about propriety.

Just in case, I'll ask Jelly about it later. For now, let me put it aside and deal with the patient in front of me.

Since Pudding appeared, Jelly has been cowering in fear. Does someone that big fear cats? Shouldn't cats be afraid of wolves?

Pudding actually looks confident. Could there be some hierarchy between them that I don't know about?

Or maybe they're scared because it's too small. Usually, kids who can't control their strength get scared when they see chicks and such, afraid they might crush them. Thinking of it that way, it made sense.

"Drink it."

"What? This?"

One bottle didn't seem enough to apply to all the external wounds, so I thought drinking it would be more effective.

Jelly seemed to have never seen holy water before and refused like a child at their first dentist visit, so I eventually had to use force to open their mouth. Maybe it was just testing me once, because they didn't even try to shake off my hand.

"...It'th bitter."

After I fed the holy water and let go, Jelly puffed up their cheeks and mumbled. Where did this lisp and aegyo come from?

Such a drama queen. I even fed you holy water and all I get is resentment. This is all for your own good. I was about to scold like an old man but held back.