A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

How did you get so badly injured?

Kazama Chiba was somewhat taken aback by her miserable state.

"My house is nearby, and I have a first-aid kit. Why don't you hold on a little longer? I'll take you there."

"No, no need..."

Before she could finish speaking, Medea felt something catch her body.

The boy threw the umbrella aside, then bent down and picked her up in his arms.

"Don't……"

Medea's lips moved, her voice barely audible, "Leave me alone..."

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

The boy's voice was drowned out by the sound of the rain; he didn't even stop walking.

"Just don't say anything yet! Save your energy!"

He muttered to himself in the rain, his voice filled with genuine anxiety.

Listen to that rapid heartbeat.

Medea's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

She wanted to say, "No need, I am destined to disappear."

She wanted to say, "You can't save me; you're just wasting your time."

She wanted to say, "You idiot, why are you carrying a strange woman in the rain?"

But in the end, all the words got stuck in his throat.

What an idiot.

Medea thought to herself.

Then her consciousness sank completely into darkness.

Afterwards, Medea felt as if she had been having a very long dream.

There was no betrayal or bloodshed in my dream, only a faint, comforting warmth.

When she regained consciousness, the biting cold had disappeared.

She did not die.

At least, not yet.

At this moment, Medea found herself lying on a soft little bed, covered with a thick quilt.

The room was small, even a bit cramped, but it was very clean.

"This is painkiller...this is anti-inflammatory...oh no, I can't find the gauze again..."

Not far away, the boy who saved her was rummaging through the bottles and jars in the first aid kit while muttering to himself.

He held the instruction manual in his hand, his brows furrowed, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy, as if he were studying some complex alchemical formula.

"This is……"

Medea looked down at her arm.

Good guy.

It was wrapped with layer upon layer of gauze, the bandaging method was simply appalling, making her originally slender arm look like a rice dumpling.

"What an idiot."

As a Servant, she suffered damage to her Spirit Origin caused by the backlash of magic, a metaphysical injury that could not be healed by physical means.

Applying this bunch of gauze will probably have a similar effect to putting a band-aid on a car with a broken engine.

However, looking at the messy yet meticulously bandaged marks, Medea felt a complex and indescribable emotion welling up inside her.

Is this person genuinely stupid or just pretending?

Then she began to remove the excess bandages.

"Hey! Don't move, sis!"

Kazama Chiba turned around and saw this scene, then grabbed her hand.

"I put so much effort into bandaging this! How can you take it off?! What if the wound gets infected?!"

Medea paused for a moment, her purple eyes scrutinizing the astonished boy before her.

It's a very ordinary face.

Too ordinary.

So ordinary that she could almost be certain that nothing earth-shattering had ever happened in this person's life.

Those eyes reflected nothing but undisguised concern.

There was no greed, no scheming, and no possessiveness that was so repulsive.

It was so clean that it looked like a clear spring from which you could see right to the bottom.

"who are you?"

She withdrew her hand, her eyes still scrutinizing, trying to find any suspicious traces from the other person.

"Ah...me?"

The boy felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and subconsciously scratched the back of his head.

"My name is Kazama Chiba. I'm a student at the nearby Kamisui University of Technology, and I usually live alone."

Kazama Chiba.

Medea silently repeated the name in her mind.

What an ordinary name.

Then Kazama Chiba asked:

"How did you end up lying in a place like that? Were you robbed? Should I call the police for you?"

A barrage of questions came at Medea, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Looking at the boy in front of her, whose eyes were clear and who even seemed a little silly, her instinctive wariness lessened slightly.

Ordinary people like this pose no threat whatsoever.

Medea.

She gave her real name, which, to modern people, is at most a slightly strange foreign name.

"Medea? What a nice name. She sounds like a foreign princess."

Kazama Chiba smiled, without any suspicion.

"If you say so, then it is."

Medea didn't want to dwell on the topic, so she threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed.

"I appreciate your help. But I have to go now."

Although the boy's kindness brought her a long-lost warmth, reason told her that staying here would only bring him disaster.

Although that Master is dead, the Holy Grail War continues.

She, a Servant who has lost her Master, is now nothing more than a walking piece of fat meat.

Chapter 101 Century Egg and Lean Pork Congee

"Huh? Wait a minute!"

Kazama Chiba didn't have time to stop it.

The moment Medea's feet touched the ground, a strong wave of dizziness washed over her.

Her legs buckled, and she fell forward uncontrollably.

"Be careful!!"

Kazama Chiba reacted quickly and caught her.

Medea's face was pressed against Kazama Chiba's chest, and she could clearly hear the strong beating of his heart.

Why are you so stubborn! Even in this state, why are you still putting on a brave face?

Kazama Chiba had no romantic intentions. He frowned and, like a nagging old woman, pressed her back into the bed without saying a word, carefully tucking the blankets around her.

"It's still raining heavily outside. If you go out like this, you'll faint again before you even reach the alley entrance. I won't have the strength to carry you back then."

I don't know if it was because of weakness or because of other people's concern.

Medea was wrapped in a blanket, a faint blush rising on her pale cheeks.

She opened her mouth as if to argue, but in the end she obediently shrank back into the covers.

"……Oh."

Is this really the woman known as the Betrayal Witch?

At this moment, she was as docile as a tamed cat.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, the sound of a pressure cooker releasing steam suddenly came from the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, dinner is ready."

Kazama Chiba went into the kitchen.

A short while later, he returned carrying a still-steaming porcelain bowl.

The bowl contained a grayish-white, sticky-looking paste, sprinkled with a few chopped scallions.

"Come and try it! Century egg and lean pork congee. It's not authentic, but I guarantee the taste will be absolutely top-notch!"

Medea stared at the bowl of unidentified objects, her expression somewhat stiff.

What is this? Is it the product of failed alchemy?