I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

The life of an adventurer and mercenary is one of becoming accustomed to saying goodbye. Half of the senior adventurers who trained me are dead, and the other half retired. That says it all. Even though temple priests can use healing sacred laws, the harsh medieval environment makes it difficult to transport patients to the temple in the first place.

And high-rank monsters, like ogres that occasionally pop up in the local hills, can turn people into a meat paste that even a saint's ancestors couldn't save if they all gathered together.

So what we need to do is humbly accept farewells and move forward.

"H-Humbly? It just hurts..."

"Whew, I'll give you a massage, with divine energy..."

"Ugh, I shouldn't have, gotten on this, carriage..."

No matter what I say, my companions, with their insides churning from the carriage's bumps, probably won't understand.

Grace, Irene, and Katie were making various "urk" and "eek" noises, suffering with each jolt of the carriage. Han Se-ah was guiltily averting her gaze from them, only to face a barrage of insults from viewers.

Whether it was because she was circulating divine energy instead of mana in her body, or because she could hold her liquor better, Irene was the first to recover from the hangover. She had the other two lying on her thighs, kneading their necks, but all three still looked equally pale.