The Only Aura User In Magic World

Chapter 219: Grandpa Werewolf’s Name

I carried the two unconscious girls to my seat where Kayla is already prepared to cast healing magic. She has drunk a bottle of Mana Potion after her fight. Of course she added honey in it.

“Kayla, heal these two.”

“I’m on it.” Kayla replied.

I put the two laying on the floor and Kayla immediately casted healing magic. Since she has reached intermediate level in her healing element, she can now casted Area Heal. Although the effect is smaller than normal heal that targeted a single individual, using Area Heal doesn’t waste as much mana as casting two normal healing magic.

“This is... healing magic?” Red said as he sees healing magic for the first time.

“I know what you’re thinking, Red. You thought that if she casted healing magic on me, I would be able to live much longer, right? Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Healing magic at that level is unable to heal aging body. And second, I refuse to live longer without having anything to look forward to!” Grandpa Werewolf said as he realizes what Red is thinking.

Grandpa Werewolf is right. Healing magic is unable to heal aging body. If that’s the case, then there would be many people who lives over their lifespans already. I don’t know about master level healing mage though. They might still be alive. But if that’s the case, then everyone should know about them, right?

.....

Although the two aren’t injured much, they are too exhausted. But at least healing magic is able to recover stamina slightly as well. I already know that these two girls are already healed, but they haven’t wake up yet since they are too tired.

“Kayla, there are no more wounds on them. But keep casting healing magic on them so they will recover their stamina.” I said.

“Okay.”

The complexion of the two unconscious girls are getting better. They will soon regain their consciousness after a few more healing magic from Kayla.

It has been quite a while since the fight is over and the girls’ treatment started. We can start the last match right away, but neither of us choose to do so. We will wait until both Angela and Shelia regain their consciousness.

Both Grandpa Werewolf and I don’t want there to be any burden on any of us during the match. We don’t want to have any useless worry while fighting. Even though we both know that these two are okay, we still choose to wait until they wake up.

And also, I want everyone, including Angela, to watch my fight. There won’t be any similarity in my fight with any of the battles they have seen me fought before. It’s totally different, and I might lose my life. I want them to witness the limit of what I can do. My limit at the moment I mean. I’m still growing stronger and surpass that limit soon.

As for Grandpa Werewolf, he’s waiting for Shelia to regain her consciousness. It’s what I thought he’s thinking, but I might be right.

Shelia is the only Werewolf in the tribe that he put his trust the most to be the strongest. Shelia as the strongest and Red as the smartest, is what I imagine Grandpa Werewolf is thinking.

He wanted everyone, especially Shelia, to regain the pride of the Werewolf. The tribe that loves battle the most. To have other Werewolves to gain the power of full-fledged Werewolf just like Shelia’s Air Steps.

That’s what I thought he’s thinking. I also used this chance to stall for time to strategize my tactic against Grandpa Werewolf.

“Seems like they will come to soon. They’re alright.” I said.

Since I’m a doctor, of course I know when someone is fine or not. And these two are already healed and should wake up anytime soon.

Just as soon as I thought of that, I see that Shelia is the first one who’s about to wake up. She opened her eyes and see that everyone is surrounding her.

“This is... so I lost, huh?” Shelia said.

“Look beside you. You got knocked out after that punch, but as soon as she delivers that blow, she fainted. I say that it was a draw. I hope you will grow even stronger from now on as my contracted monster.” I said.

“That will only happen if you win against me next. You might say that it was a draw, but for us Werewolves, there’s no such thing as draw. It was her loss.” Grandpa Werewolf said.

Well, if he takes that as our win, then I will gladly accept it.

“Yeah. That was my loss. This girl... Angela is powerful. I felt like I almost had no chance at all in the fight. She kept dodging and blocking my attack. I only managed to hit her for real just once near the end of the battle, while her attacks keep hitting me.”

She knows how to take a loss and to analyze it. I bet she will grow even stronger from now on. And with Angela by her side, there might be grow some rivalry between both of them and they will grow stronger side by side. That will be great.

But I need to take care of the obstacle first. This grandpa who needs walking cane to walk will be my greatest enemy so far. He’s already having difficulty walking, but chose to fight to his death.

Will he even be able to stand up straight for the fight? Maybe his transformation will help him put some strength in those legs. Back when he swung down that cane of his, he can do that without transforming. Now he will transform, he will get even stronger.

And what if he had another special skill for powerful Werewolf other than Air Steps and Wind Slash?

While I’m thinking about it, Angela finally wakes up.

She opened her eyes slowly, then when she saw everyone is watching her, she quickly stands up.

“Where is she!?”

Angela must have thought that the battle is still on going.

“Next to you. The battle is over already. After that last blow, both you and Shelia fainted. I say that it was a draw, but Grandpa Werewolf said it was their loss. So, we won, right?” I said.

“There’s no way I would accept that! Shelia, let’s fight again!” Angela asked Shelia for a fight.

Did she forget she’s already low on mana? And how did she get so energized after fainting?

Then after Angela asking for a fight, she lost her balance and almost fall to the floor, but Shirley and Candy grabbed her.

“We both no longer have any power to fight, but I’ll accept that re-match later.” Shelia said.

Well, I guess the battle is about to start soon. Should I delay it a bit longer?

“By the way, I forgot to ask you this. But do you know something about this self-repair spear I have?”

I grabbed the parts of the spear in my pocket and pour some magic in it. The spear repaired and returned to the form of a normal spear.

“Self-repair weapon, huh? And it smells quite familiar as well. Wait! It’s the smell of my uncle! I guess he died and you humans turned him into a material for this weapon.” Grandpa Werewolf said calmly.

Using a monster as material is quite common, but to think that it was the relative of the monster used as the material saying it calmly is frightening.

“Hmm... It’s a nostalgic smell. He was weaker than most of the Werewolves at the time, but he loves fighting more than anyone. He must be happy to be used as a weapon and continued fighting.”

Is that fine? Having his last enemy used his uncle as weapon is fine? I need to change to common sense of the Werewolves after I became the king.

“Do you think you have a chance after seeing the two matches? You asked for those matches so you know about Werewolves, right?” Grandpa Werewolf asked.

“So, you knew? Yes, I did. I still think that I have a chance. I might not be as strong as the Aura user of the past, but I’m trickier to fight than anyone you’ve met.” I said confidently. Well, I’m not that confident, but I’m just putting up a front.

“Tricky? All humans I’ve fought are all tricky. Let’s have a good fight, shall we?”

“Hah! You don’t mind that I’m using your uncle to stab your behind, right?” I tried to provoke him, but I might have said it wrongly.

“Pfft! Ahaha! Roy! You need to change the wording! That was hilarious!” It was the slime on my shoulder who’s laughing.

Hmm... using your uncle... stab your behind... those were indeed the wrong words. I guess I’m unable to think calmly. Let’s take a few breaths before fighting.

“You don’t mind if I bring this one with me, right? I’m a summoner after all.” I asked while pointing at Victoria.

“I don’t mind. It won’t be my first time fighting against a summoner and their monsters. Though I doubt you can have her fight since slimes are too weak to cause me trouble.” Grandpa Werewolf proudly said.

“Then... before we fight, I have something to ask. What’s your name?”

“Right. I forgot to tell you my name and everyone has been calling me Grandpa all this time. Then I’ll introduce myself. My name is Doraqulay” Grandpa introduced himself after all this time.

“You’re a friggin’ Werewolf, Goddammit!!! Not a Vampire!” Shouted Victoria.

I don’t get what she’s talking about, but I guess I’ll call him Grandpa Werewolf as usual since that name is difficult to pronounce.