My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill-Chapter 343

A dragoblin might be even worse—the stories humans told about dragonkin were rarely flattering but now imagine a goblin that has both features.

But Sylvara’s breathing hitched, a pained sound escaping her unconscious lips. The wound in her side was bleeding more freely now, soaking through the makeshift bandages Satou had applied.

She needs help. Real help. Not just whatever field medicine I can manage.

Satou looked at the hut again. At the herbs and healing supplies visible through the window. At the elderly woman who moved with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d spent a lifetime treating injuries.

Risk it. Have to.

He stepped out of the shadows and approached the front door.

Before he could knock, it opened.

The elderly man stood there, a simple wooden staff in his hands—not threatening, just cautious. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Satou, taking in the dragoblin features, the unconscious companions, the blood.

"Please," Satou said, keeping his voice calm despite the tension coiling in his muscles. "My friends are injured. They need help."

The old man’s grip on the staff tightened. "You’re a goblin."

"Yes i am," Satou Said. Then added, "I know humans don’t like my kind. I know you have every reason to turn us away. But I’m not asking for myself. Just for them." He gestured to Sylvara and Cassius. "They’re human and vampire. They saved my life. Please."

"Marcus?" A woman’s voice from inside. "Who is it?"

"A goblin with injured companions."

The elderly woman appeared beside her husband, and Satou saw her eyes immediately go to Sylvara’s wound. The healer’s instinct recognizing serious injury.

"That wound needs treatment," she said simply. "Bring her inside."

"Elara—" Marcus started.

"No." The old woman’s voice was firm. "I don’t care what species they are. I swore an oath as a healer fifty years ago. I will not break it now because someone has different colored skin."

She looked directly at Satou, and he saw no fear in her eyes. Just professional assessment and, surprisingly, compassion.

"I promise you, I won’t betray you. I swear on my words as a healer—let me help your friends."

Satou activated Enhanced Perception and Omniscient Nightmare Vision, reading her intentions, searching for deception or hidden malice.

Nothing. Just genuine concern for the injured and a healer’s drive to help.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. "Thank you."

Marcus stepped aside, still wary but trusting his wife’s judgment. "Bring them in quickly. If anyone saw you approach—"

"No one did." Satou carried Sylvara and Cassius inside, the hut’s interior warm and surprisingly spacious. Clean. Well-organized. Dried herbs hanging from ceiling beams. Medical supplies arranged neatly on shelves.

Elara was already clearing a large table, gesturing for Satou to lay Sylvara down. "The woman first. That wound is more urgent."

Satou gently placed Sylvara on the table. Elara immediately began examining her, professional hands probing the injury with practiced skill.

"Deep cut. Cracked ribs underneath. Early infection setting in." The old healer’s assessment was quick and accurate. "She’s lucky. Another day without treatment and this would have turned septic."

She looked at Cassius, noting his pale complexion and the burns from holy water. "Vampire?"

"Yes. Depleted his blood magic reserves completely."

"He’ll need blood to recover properly." Elara moved to her supplies, gathering bandages and herbs. "I can’t provide that, but I can treat the burns and let him rest. His kind heal fast once they have energy to spare."

Marcus had closed and barred the door, still nervous but seemingly accepting the situation. "How long will they need?"

Elara examined Sylvara’s wound more carefully, checking for internal damage. "This one—three days minimum. Maybe four if the infection is worse than it looks. The vampire—he can travel in a day or two if needed, but proper recovery would take three days as well."

Satou felt his chest tighten. Three days.

He quickly calculated: The journey from the settlement to Valstrath had taken five days of hard travel. The fight in the monastery had been tonight. If they rested here for three days, then took five days to return...

"How long since you left wherever you’re from?" Elara asked, as if reading his thoughts.

"Five days to reach the city," Satou said. "We left our home with a specific timeline. There’s... a threat coming. My people are in danger. We have twelve days left before they arrive.", Satou had hid that it was a human invading his settlement because he couldn’t fully trust them to reveal everything to them.

Marcus’s eyebrows rose. "Twelve days? And you’re five days away?"

"Yes. We came here to eliminate a threat that would have complicated the defense." Satou didn’t elaborate—no need to explain that he’d just killed a demon lord’s champion. "But if my companions need three days to heal, and it’s another five days back..."

"You’ll have four days to prepare once you return," Elara finished. She looked at him seriously. "Is that enough?"

Satou thought about the settlement. About the defenses they’d been building. About Commander Vex’ahlia’s forces and the goblin warriors and everyone who’d been preparing for the human assault.

"It’ll have to be." He looked at Sylvara’s unconscious face, at the bandages Elara was already applying. "Four days of preparation is better than none. And better than returning with my companions dead or crippled."

Elara nodded approvingly. "Smart choice. Dead warriors help no one."

She worked in silence for several minutes, cleaning Sylvara’s wound with practiced efficiency, applying poultices that smelled of strange herbs, wrapping fresh bandages with expert precision.

"She’ll sleep for at least a day," Elara said finally. "The infection will fight back, cause fever. But she’s strong. She’ll survive."

"What about payment?" Satou asked. "I don’t have much, but—"

"Payment?" Elara looked at him like he’d said something absurd. "Child, I’m seventy-three years old. I’ve been a healer since before you were born. I don’t do this for payment. I do it because people need help."

Marcus brought blankets, spreading them in a corner of the room. "You can sleep there. We don’t have much space, but it’s warm and dry."

Satou stared at them both, these elderly humans who were helping a goblin and his companions without hesitation, without fear, without demanding anything in return.