Cheat Magician Life That Started From Being Judged Useless

I woke up on a bed in the doctor's office.

When I was in the same situation before, I was surprised to find Muelle sleeping with me, but today I was completely surrounded by zit-eyes.

I looked to my right, I looked to my left and saw zit-eye, zit-eye, zit-eye, and zit-eye.

'Utterly, Kent is reckless, no matter how many times he says it.

No, I didn't expect Kokubun to be so reckless.

Really, really, really, even the old and new duo didn't go that far towards it.

But I think Kent is trying to...

After Muell-san, Kobayashi-san, and Sakurai-san got some small talk in their turn, Manon defended him a bit, and then the three of them turned their gazes to Manon with a gyron.

''Hee, well........Kent is too reckless........''

Yeah, yeah, your sincerity is getting through, so it's okay, Manon.

'So ... you're saying that Kent's fast recovery isn't because of his blessing magic, but because he's using self-healing magic?

'Ugh ... yes, yes, I'm sorry I lied to you.

I don't know if Manon told him or Kobayashi-san and the others told him, but it seems that Muel-san has found out that he can use light attribute magic.

''You know, Kent, sometimes I push myself to the edge in my magical training, but if I'm reckless enough to fall down so often, I might break my body.''

'Really? But I've fallen down a few times before, but nothing...

'Cane Toe you're down besides the one you collapsed on the training ground before? You can't be too reckless like that, you can't, meh!

'Uhii....I'm sorry...'

Oh, I'm sorry, but, meh, I guess the joy of being done to me came out on my face, and it's raining a lot of jitters.

'Huh ... Kent needs a little spanking ...'

Do you want to punish me...?

I asked, taking care to keep my mouth from loosening up.

Could it be that you get f*cked every morning for a week?

'Yes........'

Huh? Um, is this...?

It's a potion to help restore your magic.

What was offered to Muell-san was like a decoctioned round of medicinal herbs, about three centimeters in diameter.

It looks like a giant version of that guy with the trumpet symbol, and if you swallowed it whole, you'd choke on it and choke on it.

As soon as it is presented to you, you can smell it like Chinese medicine, and although it seems to be good for you, it has a bit of a bad vibe to it.

''How do I take this........''

Put it in your mouth, chew it well, taste it and then drink it...

Huh, huh...

I received the pill that was pushed out gingerly, but I think Muel-san's eyes, which have a stern expression, are smiling.

And the fact that Manon has a very uncomfortable expression on his face bothers me a great deal, but.....

Come on, drink your drink.

Umm........okay.......

Maybe there's no doubt that it tastes terribly bad, but I can't say no before I've caused Muel-san to worry.

After taking one big deep breath, I threw the pill into my mouth and chewed it with all my might.

''Hahaha..........''

'Don't spit it out, chew it, taste it, and reflect on it!

As soon as he chewed on the pill, a bitterness and astringency exploded in his mouth.

''Ughhhh........Mi, water.........''

Hey, wait a minute...

Manon hurriedly runs to fetch water, while the other three are laughing hysterically on their stomachs.

'Haha, how about it Kent, are you feeling a bit sorry for yourself?'

Kyahaha, Kokubun is becoming a grandpa.

"Hahahaha, my stomach hurts...

It's awful, it's a really messed up mouth, and people are laughing too hard.

'Kent, yes, water!

Eh....?

The bitterness in my mouth has hardly diminished when I drink down the water poured into the cup.

That's a troubling situation, but more than that, my head is suddenly fuzzy and I'm feeling terribly sleepy.

''Aheheh... something... I'm suddenly drowsy...''

I just woke up earlier, but I couldn't fight the sleepiness and collapsed back into bed.

'Icky! I accidentally gave her a sleeping pill...

I had a feeling that Muelle-san had been talking about something outrageous, but I couldn't be sure and fell asleep.

'Kent ... hey, Kent, wake up ...'

Hmmm... that's... this...

Get it together, you're in the Guild's infirmary, you understand?

'Oh...what? Mr. Donovan? Oh, good morning.

I don't know how much time has passed since then, but it was Donovan-san who woke me up.

For me, I wanted to have Muell-san or Manon-chan sleep with me and experience the morning kissing experience, but.....................Donovan-san, you are very powerful in the morning.

'Mmm, it's not even dawn yet.......how do you feel about getting up?'

'Um ... yes, I'm fine ... or rather, I'm feeling pretty refreshed.

Well, okay, that's all right.

Um ... what's going on?

Yeah, I'm on a bit of a short notice with that appointment request.

'A request for nomination what do you want me to do?

Um ... but first, can you go take a quick dip and change?

Oh yes, it's fine.

You can use the guild's shower room.

I had a stand-off with Gillik yesterday and fell down in a sweat, so to be frank, I'm pretty sweaty and covered in dust.

I took out a change of clothes from the shadow storage and washed myself in the guild's shower room to freshen up.

''Alright, then follow me.''

After we finish dressing, Mr. Donovan, with his light wizardry, takes us down the main street of the city.

It's still before the sun comes up, the streets are empty and the stars are twinkling in the sky.

We headed to the large mansion that borders the second section of the city, the lord's mansion.

When I came here for my gardener's apprenticeship, they checked my guild card, but today, Donovan is with me, so it's a face pass.

''Well what am I supposed to do?''

Hmm, you'll have to go inside and ask Mr. Claus about that.

Huh....

Apparently, the client of the nomination request seems to be the lord's Klaus-san, but no one has any idea of the content.

When I was told that there was a nomination request, I thought it was a job to take advantage of the advantages of shadow storage and shadow movement to transport goods to a distant place, but it doesn't look like that, does it?

I didn't go inside the mansion when I came here on gardener's business, but as expected of the lord's mansion, the interior is also richly built.

I don't know much about the architecture of the house, so I don't know much about it, but it looks like it was built with good materials and a lot of time and effort.

We followed the butler down the long furry carpeted corridor to the reception room.

The one who was waiting for us there was Klaus-san, who looked exhausted.

The best thing about this is the fact that you are here at this time of day.

Mr. Krauss, what's wrong?

Well, have a seat...

Klaus-san urged me to sit down on the sofa, but I felt the tense air and felt uncomfortable.

Besides, the mansion smells like Chinese medicine.

After moistening his throat with the tea brewed by the butler, Klaus-san began to speak.

"Kent, didn't you say you were saved from being eaten by a goblin in the intestines?

''Yes, I probably unknowingly used a light-based self-healing spell.

The only time you've treated someone else was with a massage at the Liebling plantation?

How did you know about...

To my surprise, Mr. Klaus indicated Mr. Donovan with his eyes.

I see, so that's why Mr. Donovan, who never compromises, was looking into it.

'Yes, besides the massages on the plantation, I only cast healing spells on my friends and the children in the doctor's office at the Rustock garrison.

Well can you cure someone with rotten guts?

'Well I don't know because I've never tried it, but if I can save them, I'm going to do my best to save them. I wasn't able to save my friends...

Well....

Mr. Klaus closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded his head towards me as if making a decision.

'Please, Kent, save my daughter ... save Beatrice!

Wait, Mr. Kraus, can you lift your head up, and what do you mean by 'help'?

'It's a rot, Beatrice is riddled with rot, and Volzard's healers can't do anything about it...'

Based on the story of the decomposition and the death of Manon's father, we believe the situation is that her appendix is getting worse and she has peritonitis.

According to Kraus, Beatrice's condition started to get worse around last week's Dark Sunday.

At first, she said she thought it was just a mild abdominal pain, but her condition deteriorated this week.

He has been on medication and treatment by the healers, but instead of getting better, his condition has continued to worsen.

"Old hag, the healer, she's just saying that she'll have to wait until tomorrow...

Klaus looks like he's desperately trying to stifle his emotions as he slams his fist against his thigh in frustration.

'Please Kent! If there's even the slightest chance of that happening, I'm willing to take a shot at it!

Okay, I don't know if I can cure you, but I'll do it.

'I'm sorry ... please ...'

Klaus led me upstairs to Beatrice's bedroom, where a woman stood in the hallway.

A woman with a straight posture, as if an iron core ran through her back, with red hair like Beatrice's, and pinned rabbit ears standing atop her head.

'Kent, this is my wife, Marianne....'

'Volzard's Guard, this is Marianne Volzard, Captain General.

'Oh I'm Kent, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Claus has always been a great help to me...'

No need for the long-winded greeting. Do you really know how to do healing magic?

'Yes, oh but I don't have a lot of experience in treatment.

Well, then, fix this wound and show me your skills!

As she said this, Marianne rolled up her left sleeve and slashed at it with a knife she pulled out of her waist.

Fresh blood immediately begins to flow out.

''Yeah........what are you doing!

I rushed over to Marianne and wrapped my palms around the wound, activating my healing magic.

In the faint light, the wound closes up like a video rewind.

''Oh no... no chanting...''

'What have you done? What would you have done if I was a clunker who couldn't use healing magic!

I'm sorry...

Marianne bowed her head in a small way and wiped the blood from her arm and stared wide-eyed at her arm, which hadn't even left a scar the size of a hairline.

'Marianne are you feeling better?'

Yes....

Marianne nodded widely at Klaus' question and bowed deeply to me.

'I'm very sorry, please help my daughter, please, please.

I was surprised by her sudden action, but looking at her closely, Marianne looked exhausted.

Perhaps the slashing of her arm was the result of her heightened emotions.

Marianne-san led me into Beatrice's room, but I couldn't help but cower at the smell in the room.

It was what I would call the smell of death, a mixture of the smell of decaying proteins mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine, a smell that made me feel sick just by smelling it.

''Excuse me, can I open the window and have the air in the room replaced?''

...Yes, now...

Marianne seemed a little lost, but she opened the window of the room and began to change the caged air.

Beatrice, lying on a large canopied bed, was paper-white in complexion, and her shallow breathing seemed to stop at any moment.

In spite of her condition, there were several thick bedding sheets draped over her, which only seemed to squeeze her breathing.

'I'm going to take the bedding off for treatment, if you don't mind?'

Yes I'll take care of everything.

Marianne is the only one following me into the room, and Klaus seems to be waiting outside the room.

The stench of decay grows stronger with each piece of bedding that is peeled off.

And when I peeled off the last piece, I couldn't help but moan.

''Ugh........terrible.......''

I could see that the nightgown Beatrice was wearing was wet with sweat and her abdomen was blue-black and discolored.

It was so bad that I wanted to turn away from it.

As if to calm my upset feelings, I took a deep breath and then, with determination, held both palms of my hands on Beatrice's chest and poured in the healing magic as best I could.

I don't know the exact principles or circumstances, but the feeling in my hands feels worse than a child in cardiac arrest in Rustock's doctor's office.

I continue to use my magic, imagining my healing magic going from my lungs and heart to my entire body in the blood and lymphatic stream.

As soon as I start the treatment, my heart, which had been disorganized, regains its strength, but I feel like the healing magic is not spreading throughout my body.

I let go of my hands on my chest and slid my hands down my abdomen, thighs, shins, and toes as if I were massaging them, letting the healing magic flow through.

From my toes, I return to my belly, and then back to my belly again, this time from my shoulders to my hands, and then back to my shoulders, and then continue the massage, this time from my neck to my head.

It was only then that I noticed it.

I couldn't see it because it was hidden by her hair, but Beatrice had a lovely lop ear on her head.

Stroking around the body of a girl one year younger than me, an act that would normally make it impossible to maintain reason, but at this time all I could think about was treating her.

With each successive massage, once, twice, three times, Beatrice's body begins to return to its color, and the elasticity in her hands also returns to its health.

An hour ... or maybe even longer, the treatment continued for an hour ... or maybe even longer, but the passage of time slipped my mind as I continued to concentrate.

I don't even remember how many times I went back and forth for the fourth or fifth...or maybe it was the sixth time, and my magic is about to run out.

One last time, I flowed the healing magic from my chest to my entire body.

Beatrice's breathing has completely calmed down, and the blush has returned to her pale cheeks.

The expression on her face as she swooshed and slept is as cute as a French doll.

I don't know if he was cured completely, but the danger to his life should have passed for now.

As I watched Beatrice's expression with my fuzzy head that was beginning to lose its magic power, I felt my eyelids tremble and then my eyes slowly opened.

She must have been in a coma for a long time, and Beatrice's gaze wandered around, seemingly assessing the situation.

Then her eyes snapped open, as if she had come into focus.

''Yi..........''

Y...?

'No!

Hebus!

I took a hard slap from Beatrice and fell to the floor.

That's right, when I regained consciousness, if a man I didn't know touched my chest with only a nightie, it's only natural that I'd punch him in the chest, right?

In a state of magical depletion, my brain was violently shaken, and I let go of my consciousness.

The next thing I woke up to was a bed in a strange room.

Somehow, since I came to Volzard, this pattern has been happening a lot.......

The sun is shining brightly outside my window, but I wonder what time it is.

I'm awake, but I'm still feeling indescribably weary.

That's because if I'd run out of magic power until I collapsed day after day, it's no wonder I'm feeling like this.

Or, I guess the chairman of the committee is like this.

Yeah, we have to get him out of there as soon as possible.

It's a very comfortable bed, but the unusually large room is kind of uncomfortable.

I can't wait to get up and go back to my small room.

I feel comfortable in a small room that I can reach out and touch the wall.

I got up, but as I was sitting on the bed, losing my body's languor, the door opened and a maid came in.

''Excuse me, how are you feeling?

Oh yes, I'm a little lazy, but I'm trying to...

The woman dressed as The Maid is about in her early twenties, with light brown hair, and seems to have white hair at the tips of her triangular chemo-ears.

''Then please come to the parlor, the Lord is waiting for you.

Oh yes, I understand.

'Ughhhh I'll get your food ready for you too.

'Yes, yes please...'

It's not cool, I got laughed at.

I went to the parlor with the maid leading me, but I saw the white tail, thick and fluffy, moving in front of me.

I want to mooch with all my might, can't I just rub my cheeks for a bit?

Please ... is something wrong?

'No, no, anything but ... oh, thank you.

Wow, I'm a totally misbehaving kid.

As soon as I stepped into the parlor with a slight dip, my view was blocked.

''Thank you, really, I don't know how to thank you...''

Marianne-san's voice seems to be moistening as she hugs me tightly.

''Um ... what is Beatrice-san's condition?''

Yes, he says he's all right now, but after we bathe him, we make him lie down for good.

Well, that's good to hear, and if you ever feel sick again, just let me know.

Yes, thank you. Now, please sit down.

A relieved Klaus was waiting on the sofa in the parlor with a look of relief on his face.

'Kent, thank you so much, I can't find the words to say thank you.

No, I just did what I could...

'To be honest, me and Marianne were half prepared for it, but we didn't expect it to get that much better... even the healers at Buckenheim couldn't do a treatment like that.

That being said, I'm at a point where I can't really explain what I'm doing or how I'm doing it, so...

Still, there's no doubt that Beatrice was saved, and I'm really grateful for that.

Oh, no. Raise your head, Mr. Claus.

I can't help but feel uncomfortable being bowed to by a grown man over and over again like this.

"So, Kent, this time it's in the form of an appointment request from me, but I was so upset that I asked him to treat me without deciding on a fee.

''No, the reward is that me and my friends are in Volzard's care...''

'No, that's no good, especially since I'm a lord and I can't disrupt the workings of the city. So, as for the reward, how about half a million helt?

No, no, no, they don't pay me that much money.

'No, when I took her to Bakkenheim and asked for treatment, they took three or four times as much as this, and on top of that there was no guarantee that she would be cured. It's almost too cheap, considering the price of Beatrice's life.

But...

'And you're going to have to rescue your buddies so they can start costing you money to live, right? It's not a problem to have, just take it.

Well I'd appreciate it.

I've heard that nomination requests are offered at a hefty price, but I'm surprised that it's so high.

It's 350 hectares a day for my work in the Garm potato warehouse, so that's over 1400 times more.

I've worked for about three years and eight months just for this treatment alone.

'So, hey Kent...'

Yes, yes, what is it?

In this treatment, what you see, what you feel in your hand forget everything.

Huh...?

I want you to wipe everything from your memory, the sight of Beatrice in your eyes, the feel of Beatrice in your hand and if you touch her you'll wipe her out of your mind, you understand?

'Well, um... yes...'

Yes, I completely forgot, but the chocky old man in front of me was a complete and utter pro-fool........

Marianne tells me that you've been treating me quite... quite diligently, but it's all right to forget it, okay?

As far as I'm concerned, you probably haven't slept well in the past few days, and if you stared at me with your bloodshot eyes, I'd have to nod my head coyly.......