Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 29

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 29

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 29 Miss Airmid’s Secret Treatment

“Wow! Airmid! You’re out again! Didn’t I tell you to take a good rest?!”

A deep, almost wild shout echoes through the room, its volume overwhelming.

That’s him—a middle-aged man with gray hair and facial hair, but still thick eyebrows.

Despite his wrinkles, he has a handsome appearance, reminiscent of the calm demeanor of a butler—something only middle-aged men possess.

Unfortunately, his gold and silver long robe and massive ring adorned with ten fingers, along with his tendency to drool while speaking, give him an unruly vibe.

Without a doubt, he is the top-tier medical Familia in Europe, Dian CechtFamilia Head God.

“Wow, I didn’t find anything in the bedroom, so I knew you’d come here to make medicine! You just recovered from treating injured patients yesterday and overused your magic, falling into Spirit Fatigue. Didn’t I tell you to rest for a few days?”

Surprisingly, Dian Cecht, who usually sounds rough, tightly runs to Airmid’s side, frantically staring at her with an anxious expression.

That reminds Noah of many women with chubby faces but only one fear—making their daughters cry.

But what truly surprises Noah is that Airmid doesn’t respond to her own Chief God, instead continuing to look at him with a blank expression.

“Uh… Airmid?”

After calling out several times without a response, Dian Cecht realizes Airmid’s strange behavior.

Following Airmid’s gaze, Dian Cecht looks at Noah, revealing a sharp expression in his eyes—like a father who sees his daughter being lured by a street thug.

That’s not good!

Damn it!

Just as Noah thinks that, Dian Cecht’s lips tremble, causing even his facial hair to shake like a lion’s mane.

“That little brat! What did you do to my Airmid?!”

Do something?

I may have done something, but the truth is, I didn’t do anything. My hands never touched her!

Despite his slim figure not matching his robust appearance, Dian Cecht jumps up to a height of over one meter on the desk and charges toward Noah.

Noah instinctively stepped back.

However, it was because of his action that Airmid, who had been daydreaming, suddenly woke up and quickly called out to Dian Cecht.

“Wait a minute! Chief God! What are you doing?”

Having already jumped out, Dian Cecht, who was still standing on the counter, heard this and forcibly turned around in mid-air with the surprising agility Noah had shown earlier, looked at Airmid in surprise.

But he hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak before, amidst his surprise, a look of terror appeared on his face, making his expression quite comical.

No matter how he struggled, he finally ended up face down and fell forward……

“Slam!”

“Ah!”

The Discontented Spirit bends over in front of the ground, grabbing his head!

“Oh, divine god!!”

After a chaotic scene, they are now in a guest room.

“Hmm, so Nine Demon Princesses Lady, you want me to let Mr. Noah do a physical check and treatment?”

Riveria didn’t answer immediately; instead, she looked at the eleven-year-old girl dressed in white attire, who somehow made her Body look even more delicate despite the outfit.

Then she glanced at Dian Cecht Chief God on the wheelchair, whose upper body and legs were wrapped in bandages. He didn’t say a word; his expression was hidden behind a look of anger as he glared at Noah.

Riveria hesitated and nodded, saying, “That’s right, let’s do a check first to see the Body’s condition before we proceed. Airmid, Miss, please ask if there are any other Dian Cecht Familia members?”

Airmid glanced at Noah for a moment and quickly looked away.

“Nine Demon Princesses Lady, please rest assured. I’m eleven years old now. While I can’t complete things like vision recovery or limb reattachment on my own, with the help of Magic StoneTool, doing a physical exam is no problem.”

“Uh uh uh!!”

Nearby, Dian Cecht Chief God, for some reason, suddenly emitted an eerie sound from behind his bandages when he heard Airmid say he would personally perform a Body check on Noah. However, the sounds were quite unsettling.

But Airmid paid no attention to these sounds.

She straightened up and walked toward the other door opposite the one she had just entered.

“The treatment room is full, but this lounge will do. Please come with me, Cifer.”

But Airmid stopped halfway and looked at Noah.

“Noah?”

Riveria also looked at Noah. “What’s wrong?”

“What? You’re asking me that too?”

“You didn’t ask me about the braces before, now you want to do a body check without asking?”

If it weren’t for Noah sensing Riveria’s good intentions, he might have flipped his eye sockets.

“That is, Riveria, do all new members of Familia need to undergo Body checks?”

“No, that’s not the case. I just particularly require you to do it.”

“Can I refuse?”

Being groped by several men is bad enough, but Noah doesn’t have to take off his clothes—he can just use a ruler.

But Body checks require you to strip down, don’t they?

Stripping in front of an eleven-year-old girl feels oddly guilty for Noah.

“Well, maybe it’s not a bad idea…”

Before Noah could respond happily, Riveria sighed suddenly.

“Hmm, although I spent five million Valis to make armor for you and begged Chief God for this chance, if you’re so resistant, maybe it’s just a waste. Ugh…”

Noah still hadn’t gotten the chance to speak when Dian CechtChief God on the other side wailed in struggle again, this time directing her gaze toward Riveria.

You’re asking me?

Clearly, you’re using Dian CechtFamilia’s urgent need for DungeonDeep FloorMaterial to half coerce me.

From Dian Cecht’s seemingly conflicted gaze, Noah could roughly understand the truth.

But Riveria played along with him too. What else can Noah say?

He had no choice but to silently stand up and follow Airmid into the lounge.

After a brief, undetailed physical examination, Airmid left the lounge first, holding a paper with a creased brow.

“Five bones are misaligned after breaking, thirty-plus muscle connections are wrong, the sutures in his shoulders and knees look like they were done by a girl who’s never sewn clothes before, and he still has some nutritional deficiencies?! That’s truly hard to believe. Mr. Cifer, you didn’t even pay attention to your own Body? How was he treated back then? Honestly, I’m amazed he made it this long!”

Noah followed, looking completely confused.

The main reason for Airmid’s outburst wasn’t just that Noah didn’t know about his Body’s many issues.

Well, he’s still alive. My Body is amazing!

Riveria took the diagnosis and was also brow-furrowing.

Noah felt another lecture coming on and quickly changed the subject.

“So, how do we treat him?”

“In short, let’s pause Dungeon exploration for now and start with initial treatment. We’ll follow a three…”

A sentence that was originally quite coherent suddenly paused. Airmid’s eyes flickered briefly before he continued.

“In short, we’ll keep him in the hospital for seven days.”

Under Riveria’s eleven-year-old gaze, Noah felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

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