Dear Diary......

I’m a Queen. Not a Doctor.

Even if I have Level 50 magic, I have no f**king clue as to solve this medical emergency. This isn't as simple as turning time to heal a skin wound!

That Canadian Pilot from the Western Front was shot. He's practically bleeding on the floor of my treehouse.

The red won't stop seeping into the wood, no matter how much blankets and throw rugs I sacrifice to stop his fresh wounds.

Gaaaaah! Why didn't I pay attention in Healing Classes!? There was a section that told us the high level art of advanced medical surgical techniques. It also included how to remove arrows from a body... But I slept through that class!

... D-don't judge me, Diary! I actually thought it was a useless skill!

I prefer to wage war on all fronts! Crush my enemies, see them driven before my small feet, and hear the lamentation of their women... becoming my servants of course!

But now....... I'm starting to regret sleeping through that class. Honest!

This Canadian Pilot won't stop bleeding!

............ Tch.

No good, h-he's turning whiter than a Banshee fresh from its mother's womb. Aaah. I'm not a specialist, but I can tell his human pulses are failing.

................................ F**k.

I am the Queen of Fairies, I've won thousands of battles with my magic! So why do I feel so useless!

I don't have any tools to pull out the bullets! I highly doubt a Fireball punch to the gut will solve this fiasco... What to do? What do to?

If only I could just jump into the wounds like a swimming pool and pull out the shrapnel with my bare ha.................................................................

Oh h*ll no.