The Delinquent's Grand Order

American Servant Idols (Again?!)

Having watched as one of the main threats submitted to an unknown organisation, Geronimo moved to secure their help. A miracle for the apache warrior as they moved forward with the hope that they needed.

"Your strength is a great support to our cause, but we also want your help. One of our strongest warriors needs medical treatment."

Nightingale was ready at the scene. "In other words, the spotlight is on me. Not like it matters... If there's a patient who seeks treatment, I will tend to him," she declared, the group of them taking them to a youthful-looking warrior with a fiery mane, burning red eyes matching most of his hair.

A horrible sight for those of weaker wills as they looked to see that a large portion of his heart had been gouged out. "How is he even alive?" Drake commented. "I've taken my fair share of damage, but even I would just skip to the afterlife at this rate," she commented.

Liangyu shaking her head. "Drake, this isn't the time for that. I do understand. I doubt I could face a blow like this and live to tell about it."

Mordred did quite well looking at the wound, only managing a small chuckle as she remembered the way that Rhongomyniad tore through her body like paper. Her hand briefly touching over where that divine drill ran her through, the way all her blood threw out of her body the same way she had been previously rejected.

"I've never seen a wound like this before. But I can't turn you away. Don't worry, young man. Even if you end up in hell, I'll drag you out."

The patient shook with discomfort. "Hnngh... That does sound... promising! Ah, owwww! C-Can't you be a little more gentle!? Do you understand? My heart is crushed!"

"I'm surprised you can even talk. Anyway, I'll heal you. First, your heart is about to lose all functionality. Because of that, blood cannot circulate properly in your body... I must cut it out. All limbs, I mean. And if possible, I'll take all organs out except your lungs too!"

Olga shook her head. "Then you'll just kill any value he has! He needs to be able to fight, remember?! That's why they want us to heal him so much!" Olga had to remind her.

"What are you talking about? There is no greater joy than being alive! As an individual life form who has taken root on this earth, you have a duty to survive, come what may! I swear to heal him, it is my duty."

"So, who is he? He doesn't seem like a Servant from this country," Mash mentioned, bringing up a good point. So caught up with Nightingale's antics, they neglected a simple question.

"Y-you mean me? I am Rama! The great king of Kosala! For more details... Owowowowow! Read the Ramayana! That's all! Aaaah, dammit! That really hurts!" Rama complained.

Nightingale's teeth crashed against each other in anger as her arms relented from the Indian Servant. "Frustrating. Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating! No matter how much I slow down the speed of encroaching death, I cannot stop it! No, I won't give up. As long as this body is alive, I'll fulfil my duty!"

"So who gave you the wound? I'd probably be finished already with something like that."

Rama took time to catch his breath. "It was inevitable... After all, my opponent... was Cú Chulainn, Ireland's strongest hero."

"Of course. If Celtic warriors are the enemy, then naturally he would be around. Cú Chulainn... Ireland's most renowned hero, nicknamed the Child of Light. They say if he aims his lance, Gáe Bolg, it always pierces his target's heart. I suppose it would be difficult to avoid that, even if you are the hero of the Ramayana. More like, it's a miracle you're still alive."

Nightingale sighed. "I have a favor to ask of you all. At this rate, the boy's condition isn't going to improve. His heart should've been repaired just now, but more than 10% of it is starting to deteriorate again. A bottomless bucket... Well, not that bad, but without continuous treatment he will die quickly. This is completely due to my own incompetence. However, I do not want to give up on him. I will not give up on him. This boy wants to live so badly. As long as he possesses the will to live, I will never give up on him! Tell me how to do this. How to treat him. Tell me that which I do not know!"