How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"Tsk!"

"Uh-oh!"

Beren pressed Sirocco's head down and turned him back to lie face down on the pillow.

Unable to look directly.

Skin, flesh, bones, blood, etc., are nothing more than combinations of DNA and proteins.

Animals have them, humans have them, monsters have them; these are not unusual.

I used to look at it a lot when I was in anatomy class.

Having convinced herself of this, Beren became unusually calm.

In order to adjust the magic power within Sirocco's body, she activated her talent [Electronic Transfer].

It wasn't the previous gold color, but a blue-white magic with a soft glow that gathered at the fingertips.

Her focus sharpened as she touched Sirocco's skin with her ten fingers.

"Ah....Hmm...."

"Don't make any weird breathing sounds."

"No, it's just that Beren's technique is really superb."

"Then you'll have to bear with it."

In her vision, she saw the chaotic and stagnant magic power surging within Sirocco's body, and with her own hands, she brought it back onto the right track.

After massaging for nearly 10 minutes.

Beren then used a towel to wipe all the sweat off Sirocco's body and helped him put his clothes back on, one by one.

Am I being a little too attentive to him...?

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Beren's face. She sat down on the floor, leaned against the edge of the bed, and took out a tissue to wipe her sweat.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

"It seems like my body isn't so hot anymore. Oh, I see."

Sirocco's eyes cleared considerably; he seemed to understand something, and murmured to himself:

"The excessive drain on my body by skills, the side effects of rapid leveling up... these two debuffs combined have left me in this uncomfortable state for a long time."

You grasped the concept quite quickly.

"This is the first time I've given someone a massage like this. I'm not bragging, but I think I did a pretty good job. Some students experience discomfort during their level-up, and a little medicine will help them recover quickly. Your situation is a bit special; the magic has been accumulating in your body for too long, and the digestion process is too slow."

"So, that means Beren will only give me this kind of hand massage?"

"What have you even figured out... so what?"

"Ok?"

"Why has your hair turned white again? It's common for explorers to run into crises, so what did you do this time to get yourself into this state...?"

The voices grew softer towards the end, and Beren turned her head away.

"Actually, it's because..."

Sirocco scratched his head sheepishly, then sorted out the details and polished the story to get to the heart of the matter.

Beren sat on the edge of the bed, listening patiently as he finished speaking, her expression one of utter disbelief:

"...You guys have really bad luck."

“If this hadn’t happened, Beren wouldn’t have broken into my room to look for me, so it was a blessing in disguise.”

"Fool."

Beren stared at Shilock, her eyes serious and worried.

"I know, I'll be careful. But I can't control things like luck."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Sirocco stopped joking.

Beren had wanted to pinch his cheek, but remembering that he was still recovering, she lowered her outstretched hand—

"Thank you, Beren."

"—!"

Sirocco suddenly grabbed Beren's hand, catching her off guard.

The warmth of a human body is transferred to oneself, making one feel very hot.

"I'm really happy that you came to see me."

"...Yes, I specially gave up my shopping time to come see you. You must get better by tomorrow."

This is a lie. After work, Belen usually either goes home or spends her time in a coffee shop.

"If I could be this intimate every day, I would want to be sick every day."

"Stop being so verbose."

When the other person said those words, Beren realized that the other person was not some pure and lovely Rapunzel, but Sirocco.

"Alright, go lie down and sleep. A patient should act like a patient. You'll probably be completely better when you wake up this time."

"oh....."

Beren laid him down on the bed, and just as she was about to leave, she realized that her hand was still being held.

"Could you please stay with me until I fall asleep?"

With that lonely look on your face, how could I dare say no?

"...Anyway, I don't have anything planned for this afternoon, uh, no, I mean I'm free..."

Beren lamented that she was such a pushover.

"Okay, I'll stay with you."

Gently touch Sirocco's white forehead with your free right hand.

“I’ll be here before dinner, and when no one comes in… They say people’s personalities change when they’re vulnerable, and you’ve become more affectionate too.”

Beren smiled with delight, as if he had found Sirocco's weakness.

"I just felt that if I said it in this situation, I could touch Beren's hand and successfully hold hands. Wow! What a great deal!"

"You... you don't have to be so honest."

Beren gripped it tightly.

"it hurts...."

Seeing that he said that, she relaxed her grip and felt Sirocco gently squeeze her hand back.

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at dusk.

Hill returned home later than usual because of school club activities.

"elder brother!"

After changing his clothes, he went straight to Sirocco's room.

The casserole dish had already been taken away by her mother. She lay down beside Sirocco's bed, stroking Sirocco's white hair.

Compared to this morning, Sirocco looks much better and slept very soundly.

Looking at the MS handheld's battery level, Hill felt a little disappointed that it hadn't consumed much power.

"Get well soon. Hill still has many games she hasn't played with her brother, and she wants to go to the dungeon with him..."

She spoke gently, lifting Sirocco's bangs.

Hill leaned down, bringing her face close to Sirocco's—

Chirp.

She gently kissed his cheek, leaving a mark.

She touched her lips, got up contentedly, and prepared to go back to her room to play games.

"do not go..."

"what?"

Sirocco grabbed Hill's arm.

"Brother? You're awake? That kiss from Hill was encouraging, a reward for increasing our intimacy level. It's a wish for you to get better soon—"

"Beren...don't go...."

Hill froze.

"Who is Beren...?"

His tone was chilling, the light in his eyes turned dark and complex, and his face wore an icy expression.

"It sounds like a woman's name."