Episode 822

Episode 822

However, Lagesa let her guard down out of carelessness.

The boy of House Wardanaz, who had been dragged to the second-year area, was extremely shrewd about things like this.

“Professor Lagrinde!”

“??!”

The Healing Magic School students stared at Lee Han in shock.

What nerve did that junior have to call out to the professor?

Calling Professor Alcassis during such a busy time required immense resolve.

If that junior asked a pointless question, he could end up on a hospital bed himself, among the patients.

Professor Alcassis, who was pulling intestines from a patient with one hand and casting a plague-removal spell with the other, slowly turned her head.

The dark elf professor, with fatigue layered beneath her eyes, stared at Lee Han with eyes that said, ‘If you called for something needless, I’ll kill you.’

“What is it?”

“Professor! Torgard’s daughter, Lady Lagesa, has come as a guest!”

“……”

Lagesa, who was heading down the stairs, was so dumbfounded she was at a loss for words.

Was a mere second-year student really this skilled at doing the Einrogard way?

“Lady Lagesa?”

“…Uh, it’s been a while.”

She wondered whether she should pretend not to hear, but resisting in another wizard’s mage tower would only hurt herself.

Lagesa neatly gave up. If she foolishly resisted and wasted time here, Professor Alcassis would bill her for that too.

“Good. Please help me. Come over here.”

“Hey, kid. I came as a guest…”

Lagesa grumbled, but Professor Alcassis didn’t care. She was someone who could make even the Emperor of the Empire work if he visited her mage tower.

“Well done.”

“Haha. I just reported there was a guest.”

It was exceedingly rare for Professor Alcassis to praise a student.

Lee Han, not wanting to miss the opportunity, bowed ingratiatingly.

“But why did you miss the last lecture?”

“…Uh, I was kidnapped by an ancient being.”

“……”

Professor Alcassis, who almost never let her students’ laziness slide, was at a loss for words at this reply, and paused briefly.

“Ri…right. Glad you got away. Have you chosen a pseudonym?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Don’t delay it. There’s no reason to.”

Professor Alcassis spoke in a hoarse, rough voice and waved her staff.

At that, letters floated in the air and started to combine.

“This magic will assign you a fitting pseudonym.”

-It might pick Basilisk.

‘I doubt that.’

When the young Basilisk said this full of hope, Lee Han felt a bit guilty.

“Basilisk?”

The tired dark elf professor stared a hole through Lee Han’s sleeve. The terrified young Basilisk wound itself even tighter around Lee Han’s wrist.

“Ah. Yes. I’m raising it by coincidence.”

“……”

“……”

The patient lying nearby and a Healing Magic School senior both stared at Lee Han at the same time.

Could anyone really raise a basilisk by coincidence?

“Basilisk venom is an antidote for Magma Sneeze Plague, Ajaksha’s Curse, and Malachite Poisoning. Good choice.”

“It’s still young, so it can’t make venom yet.”

If left as-is, the young Basilisk was likely to be dragged away by the Alchemy School students, so Lee Han quickly made an excuse.

Professor Alcassis responded, genuinely puzzled.

“If it can’t make venom, why bother raising it?”

“……”

-I can… make it, should I make some?

-Be quiet.

Meanwhile, the letters floating in the air finished forming. Without even looking, Alcassis flicked it toward him.

“Take it. That’s a good one.”

“Thank you…”

Osu

‘What’s so good about this…?’

Lee Han suspected that Professor Alcassis didn’t even look and just tossed him a random result, and maybe even did the magic half-heartedly.

• * *

After the short talk with the professor, Lee Han and the other students all went into the real work.

Second years to the second year area, third years to third year area, and Lagesa had to work hard and unhappily in her own way.

“So, let’s see, if blue spots bloom on your back like this… you ate a Blue King Mushroom by mistake, or you’re already a corpse being inhabited by black magic!”

“…Do I look like a corpse to you, wizard?”

“A-ah, no. Have you eaten any mushrooms recently?”

“Yes…”

Avoiding the patient’s dubious gaze, Angrago rushed to the shelf and pulled out a potion.

The enormous shelving was dizzying just to look at, packed with every label, nameplate, potion, and ingredient imaginable.

-Poison Mushroom Remedy for Already Dead Patients-

-Poison Mushroom Remedy for Patients Who Can’t Speak-

-Poison Mushroom Remedy for Those Who Can Still Walk After Eating-

‘Found it!’

Angrago grabbed one from above Poison Mushroom Remedy for Those Who Can Still Walk After Eating and dashed over.

It was easy to get the wrong impression because of Wardanaz, but it was extremely rare for anyone other than Wardanaz to hastily treat and stitch up dozens of serious injuries single-handedly.

Normally, Healing School wizards were given a bit more time.

Patients who made it this far typically had unusual or tricky diseases that couldn’t be treated locally, and since identifying these was the highest priority for Healing School wizards, even more time was given.

Thus, much of the work was solved not with magic, but with pre-made potions and supplies like this.

Of course, mishaps like mistakenly asking a patient if they’re a corpse were inevitably part of the process…

Angrago uncorked the bottle and let the patient glug it down.

When the blue spots vanished in an instant, Angrago was pleased.

‘That’s three already!’

At this pace, he could say he’d set a new personal record.

Feeling confident, Angrago glanced over, curious about what Wardanaz was doing.

“Gonadaltes. Hold the patient down tight. It’s fine. He’s an undead, but a good one. This will heal him right up with Cold-steeped Silkworm Flower.”

Without turning around, Lee Han flicked his staff.

From a distant shelf, the Cold-steeped Silkworm Flower flew over. The skeleton knight caught it and quickly tossed it into a small pot, steeping it.

“All set. Okay. Next! Your arm’s broken, and you see hallucinations every time you breathe?”

‘What?’

Angrago tilted his head in confusion for a moment.

He couldn’t think of a single disease that caused you to see hallucinations when your arm was broken and you breathed.

“Let me check. Hmm. You’re cursed with mana mutation. I need to get a potion, but… Well, I’ll just handle it with mana. Hold your breath. Done. Curse expelled. Try breathing again. All good? I’ll set your broken arm now. Next!”

“……”

Lee Han began dealing with the patients in front of him at a breakneck pace.

He had spent all last year helping Healing Magic School seniors, on top of all sorts of real-world experience.

He not only had deep knowledge of diseases but also an exceptionally sharp sense for detection and sensing.

And anytime he figured he could fix something with his mana alone, he did just that.

Thunk!

Spiritual or ghostly, curse-related diseases couldn’t withstand the impact from Lee Han’s pure mana.

When Angrago saw Wardanaz heal ten patients in one minute with pure mana, he was not just shocked – it began to feel wrong.

‘Wait a minute. Aren’t those kinds of patients only going to Wardanaz on purpose?’

Angrago sensed something was off and looked around.

Right then, a patient was dropped off in the third-year area.

“How are you feeling?”

“I had to patrol near the graveyard at night for work, and the next day, every time I close my eyes, I keep hearing this weird laughter… Ugh…”

“A weak spirit is possessing you. See that second-year area over there? See that junior whose line is moving really fast? Go ask him to blast it away with mana.”

“……”

Finally realizing what was going on, Angrago was outraged.

The seniors—not just third years but even the fourth years—were doing the same thing!

-Hey, this will be a pain to treat… How many potions do you need? -Lagrinde’s Reverse Fire Potion-, -Dobruk’s Blood Drop Potion-, -Birch Potion-…

-Let’s just send him over to Wardanaz and ask him to blast it with mana.

-Won’t that use up too much mana?

-It’s fine. Look at how fast his line moves. He can handle it.

“Wardanaz! You’re being deceived!”

“What?”

Lee Han looked flustered at Angrago’s shout.

Being deceived… Was he talking about enrolling in Einrogard?

“The seniors are sending patients to you!”

“…No, I already knew that. Angrago. Focus.”

“Alpha, please focus.”

Both Lee Han and even Tijilling looked at Angrago disapprovingly. Angrago, confused, sat back down.

‘Is it me who’s weird?! Isn’t it the seniors who are weird!?’

• * *

“Break!”

Once no more wyverns arrived, senior Falkrius shouted cheerfully.

Students everywhere flopped onto their backs in an instant.

Veteran Einrogard students could sleep anywhere. They spread their cloaks on the floor, cast some quick cushion and warming spells, and fell asleep right away.

“Puhaha. Good job, Wardanaz.”

“Ah. Senior Falkrius. Would this be a pass for the test?”

“You’re a perfect score anyway… Really, in Healing Magic School, grades don’t matter. Holding onto your sanity is what matters.”

“??”

Lee Han looked as shocked as if he’d been told the sky was falling.

Grades didn’t matter? How could that possibly be right?

“What do you mean?”

“Hm? There are so few Healing Magic wizards, grades don’t really matter. Even if you flunk and graduate, you’ll be drafted right away.”

“……”

Hearing the cold reality, Lee Han tried to deny it.

“But there should be some advantage… like being assigned to the imperial capital…”

“Wahaha! There are already plenty of Healing Magic wizards there!”

In comfortable, well-off places like the imperial capital, there wasn’t even much demand for Healing Magic wizards, and all the spots were already filled.

Newly minted Healing Magic wizards usually ended up in rough, difficult places where people got hurt a lot.

‘…Well, I do learn magic from other schools, too…’

Lee Han quickly protected his own mind.

One of the few advantages of being an all-school student was that if your main school seemed doomed, you could comfort yourself with the others.

“Puhaha. Anyway, if you’re not going to nap, come with me for a second. There’s something cool to show you.”

“Uh, just a moment.”

Lee Han considered calling his friends too.

But his friends were already fast asleep. He almost tried to splash water on Angrago, then decided against it.

Ever since becoming a second year, even White Tiger Tower students had started to show dark circles under their eyes.

“Let’s go. So, is it actually cool?”

Lee Han was imagining snacks, secret escape methods with external patients, or some wicked back-door deal.

If someone made it to fourth year in this school without anything like that, that would be even scarier.

Did they really survive on pure goodwill and sense of duty?

‘It couldn’t be senior Falkrius. I believe in him.’

“See that wizard lying over there? He’s from the Water Horse Mountains mage tower.”

‘Yes. What kind of deal did that wizard propose? Sneak us out, maybe?’

“What’re you saying? I called you because this wizard has a rare, interesting disease I thought you’d want to see?”

“……”

Lee Han glared at senior Falkrius with eyes full of betrayal.

To think he was this kind of person!