Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 171.4

I have about half of my magic power and half of my physical strength…. However, in this situation, even if I absorb the surrounding magical elements, I doubt that I would be able to recover naturally.

I also inspected the physical condition of my body. The belly must have been stabbed by a sword, but the wound had not reached any internal organs. If one of my vital organs had been damaged, I might have died. From the sensations in his limbs, there were no signs of loss or severed nerves.

“…([Cure])…”

Consuming a small amount of magical power, I started regenerating my body.

[Heal] was not enough to fully recover, I decided to use [Cure]. Normally, one would only use Cure in a small area where the hand was applied, but with my current level of magic control, it was now possible to Cure any place I turned my attention to.

I focused on healing my abdomen, where I received arrow wounds, and the tendons in my limbs; the Demon Army is too careless. Common sense dictated that when interrogating a high ranking person, they would weaken them before dealing with them, but I doubt that such common sense would stop me.

The minor surface wounds could be healed later. There was no need to use [Heal] since I could not heal my physical strength any further at present.

My wrists were connected by chains extending from the left and right sides of the wall, but the legs were left untouched. From the feel of it, my main weapon, my knife, and throwing knife holder strapped to my thigh, boots and armor with blades were taken away from me, leaving me with bare hands and bare feet, but the rest of my equipment was left untouched.

My legs were free, but the chains binding my hands were not so thick that it would not be possible to tear them apart with my arm strength, even with the use of iron rose.

The shackles on my wrists, which I saw through night vision, had no keyholes, but were tightened with what looked like bolts. Anyone with a certain amount of equipment could remove them, but under the current circumstances, they would be more troublesome than those with locks.

I put strength into my arms by strengthening my body as if to check the heal of the wound. The wedge driven into the wall did not budge, but I supported my weight with my arm strength alone and lifted my body upside down to take out a ceramic bottle and a small container from [Shadow Storage], which used my shadow.

“…”

While upside down, I grasped the ceramic jar with my toes and carefully removed the lid. Using my foot, I gently spilled the oil in the bottle onto the bolt of the shackle.

I could handle this, although not as well as the female bandit I had fought before. I drip oil on both sides of the manacles, insert my secret tool into the gap between the bolts with my toes, and gradually shift the manacles over time.

From this point on, it would be a battle of mental strength. I must not make a sound at all during the work. All I did was to insert the secret tool into the gap and shift the bolt little by little, repeating the process over and over.

Thanks to my high dexterity, the bolt loosened after half an hour of work. After about a second later, I was finally able to pull my wrist out through the gap in the shackles.

Finally, I was able to move my right arm, which was now free. There was some pain, but nothing major. With one arm now available, I was able to remove the shackles from my left arm in half the time.

(…good)

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