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◈ The Dark Fantasy Doctor Was Mistaken for a Saint ◈

Chapter 74: Good Healer (2)

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Right after we finished talking, my master’s reaction was a little strange.

It felt as though he was subtly on guard around me.

“Hmm... Do you intend to make that paper public?”

“Of course not. I’m going to have it reviewed as Grade 1 from the start.”

It was easy to overlook, but magic ranged from pure science to military weaponry.

There was no way something like that would be released to the public indiscriminately.

That was why there was a system in which every magical paper could voluntarily be reviewed by the ethics committee for classification before submission.

“I intend to set the security level high. There’s far too much potential for misuse.”

The paper would show just how much lead mages were currently exposed to, as well as prove the worst possible outcomes if nothing was done.

I would also explain what treatment they needed to prevent it.

Still, black mages would have ample opportunity to exploit it, so I needed to be careful about the security classification.

“I understand. If it’s you... I’m sure you’ll handle it properly.”

My master agreed somewhat reluctantly.

That strange, subtle wariness toward me was thrown in as a bonus.

“Then when do you think the paper will be finished? It would be difficult to have it ready for this Olympiad, wouldn’t it?”

“There’s less than a month left. Even I can’t manage that.”

Not even a paper-producing factory could make a paper in a month.

Besides, my research would cover the entire Empire.

Even with the Trading Company’s resources, it would probably take at least two years.

“There’s no need to rush. It will take time for His Highness Edmund to establish the department.”

“True. That brat has more than one mountain to climb. I can persuade magic academia, but he’ll have to deal with the Noble Council and the Church himself.”

My master rubbed his chin and nodded.

“Good. In the meantime, I should speak with your senior fellow disciples. Some of them fly into a rage at the mere mention of black magic.”

“Thank you, Master.”

That concluded today’s business.

After exchanging updates and a few trivial questions and answers with my master, I rose and picked up my coat.

“Goodness... You’ve grown so tall. It feels like only yesterday that you barely reached my solar plexus.”

“I’m eighteen now.”

“Yes. You’re an adult now too. Perhaps I’ve lived too long. Sometimes even twenty-year-olds look like babies to me.”

From my master’s perspective, that was understandable.

“Come to think of it, how much have you prepared as a donation for this Olympiad?”

Ever since I first began donating to the symposium in my master’s name, our Trading Company had continued contributing every year.

My master seemed pleased that it had made his research more comfortable.

“Ah, this year’s amount has increased a little.”

“Because of that medicine?”

“Yes. Thanks to that medicine.”

The miraculous blue pill.

Thanks to it, the Merkuer Trading Company was experiencing an unprecedented boom.

Accordingly, the various donations and welfare programs conducted under the Trading Company’s name would also increase.

“This year’s donation will be... about this much.”

I happened to have the donation certificate with me, so I handed it to my master.

My master stared at the paper wordlessly for a long while.

“...It looks like there’s another zero on this. Did you write it incorrectly?”

“Didn’t I tell you? It was a heart medicine I made to earn money. Though I didn’t expect it to head in this direction.”

“...”

My master could not take his eyes off the document for some time.

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After finishing my conversation with my master, I returned to the estate.

The head butler was waiting when I entered the front door.

“Young master. Have you returned?”

“Yes. Please let the kitchen know I’ll be late for dinner today.”

“Understood. Also, young master, a letter arrived while you were out.”

The head butler presented a silver tray.

A single letter rested on it.

‘A scholarship student.’

Who could it be?

It could not be Kal, Eli, or Valeria, since I was meeting them tomorrow.

The other scholarship students had sent letters asking after me the day before yesterday.

It was probably from one of them.

I took the letter from the tray and headed to my room.

When I untied the worn string, a dried flower slipped from the envelope.

The moment I saw it, I knew who had sent it.

‘Ayla?’

Ayla.

Valeria’s younger sister.

A scholarship student who had entered the seminary’s High Division, admired her mother, and dreamed of becoming a healer priest.

Incidentally, she was the same age as Freya.

‘Looks like she grew sunflowers again this year.’

Ayla always included one of these flowers whenever she sent a letter.

When I told her I appreciated them, she kept sending them.

Thanks to that, one corner of my desk held a pile of sunflowers she had sent me.

I added this sunflower to the pile and unfolded the letter.

The rounded handwriting was unmistakably Ayla’s.

- Hello, Director! It’s Ayla!

- First, I wanted to tell you thank you, thank you so much for saving my sister.

- I was so scared when I heard what happened, but I cannot describe how relieved I was when I heard that you safely rescued my sister from those terrible black mages.

- I’m sorry that the only gift I can give you right now is this dried sunflower grown in the Trading Company’s greenhouse.

It seemed she had written because of Valeria’s ordeal.

‘Even though I’ll see her tomorrow.’

The scholarship students were currently recovering in a safe house provided by the Trading Company.

Not only the scholarship students, but their families had also moved there.

Ayla was probably with her sister Valeria right now.

I had already informed them that I would visit Valeria tomorrow, so Ayla could not have been unaware.

It was admirable that she had sent a letter despite knowing that.

I continued reading.

- And Director, something incredible happened to me. I awakened divine power!

- We were staying at the safe house prepared by the Trading Company, and my sister was having a hard time because she kept having nightmares. So I held her hand and prayed beside her all night... Then warm light suddenly burst out from my hand!

The writing noticeably wavered in the middle.

Her hand must have been shaking with excitement.

And I nearly cried out in excitement just as strong as hers.

‘She finally awakened divine power.’

There had been signs from the beginning.

Growing sunflowers in a place without a single ray of sunlight.

Not just anyone could do that.

There was no need to invoke genre conventions. Even in this world, it was a quietly circulated way of identifying potential healer priests.

Small animals might be unusually fond of them, or they might rarely fall ill from childhood.

The greater a healer priest’s talent, the more likely they were to possess one of these small, trivial peculiarities.

- If I safely get through my High Division final exams and graduate, I think I can enter the Healing Faculty as soon as I turn twenty!

- Mother is even more excited than I am. She awakened late and entered the Healing Studies Department late, so she said the age gap between her and the younger students was terribly difficult. She says it is a huge relief that I awakened early.

Priests could be broadly divided into two types.

Ordinary priests as we know them.

They were normal people who purely served the divine.

It was the path taken by most theology students who graduated from seminary.

Then there were healer priests.

Priests who awakened divine power and wielded divine magic.

Students training to become priests transferred onto this path if they awakened divine power.

Some were late starters, like Ayla’s mother mentioned in the letter, who awakened divine power late in life.

Fortunately, Ayla had not awakened late, so that was not something she needed to worry about.

- Honestly, I don’t really know why I suddenly gained divine power. The theology professors never told us the conditions for awakening divine power.

- Director, do you know why it happens?

I did not know either.

Neither did my master.

The conditions for awakening divine power were still unknown.

Since most people who awakened were ordinary priests, faith seemed like the likely condition.

But that did not fit, because there were cases of elderly people who had never prayed in their lives and even babies awakening it.

And if you asked whether selfless or sacrificial people awakened, healer priests were no different from the general public.

It had already been established that it was unrelated to good or evil deeds.

Opinions on the conditions for awakening divine power remained divided even now.

But that was not what mattered right now.

- I can help people now!!

- I can only cast Refresh for now, but tired people really like it when I use it on them!

- Like Mother and you, Director, I’ll definitely become a healer who makes sick people better!

- Director, thank you so much. If you had not saved my sister, I would never have awakened either.

- Next time we meet, I’ll cast Refresh on you myself! It’s a promise!

- From Ayla

What mattered now was that the child I had bought low had awakened divine power.

More importantly, she was a child with the potential to become a saintess.

‘If things go well, there might be another saintess of this generation.’

Just as there could be several heroes, there could be several saintesses or saints in one generation.

Of course, not just anyone could become a saintess.

They had to prove overwhelming accomplishments and qualifications worthy of the title.

But I was not worried about that.

Ayla had already stood out at the seminary.

With only a little push from me, she would achieve great things like a sailing ship catching a favorable wind.

That left me with one thing to do.

‘I’ll just put my name next to Ayla’s as usual.’

Why had Julian become famous for black magic and solving unsolved cases?

Because of the title of Charlotte’s rival.

Ever since our first meeting, she had promoted my name whenever she solved a case.

- “This would have been much easier to solve if the young master of House Nihirit had been here.”

- “This is knowledge the young master of House Nihirit taught me.”

Thanks to that, my reputation kept rising even when I stayed home doing research.

Then, whenever I accompanied Father to his workplace and demonstrated my abilities once in a while, people naturally treated me as a genius on Charlotte’s level.

Those accomplishments were also why nobody doubted the news that I had played a major role in this black mage kidnapping case.

So I intended to coast in the same way with Ayla.

‘The mentor who taught Ayla a healer’s mindset and the fundamentals.’

I intended to milk that one fact thoroughly.

Then the more Ayla accomplished, the greater Director Schun’s reputation would become.

‘Ayla is seventeen this year too, right?’

Seventeen.

One year later than the age when nobles usually began making a name for themselves by accompanying their parents.

Most reputable healer priests began establishing their names before that age with help from prominent families or their parents.

But Ayla’s mother had only just been promoted to an intermediate priest.

It would be difficult for her to arrange a suitable stage for Ayla to make a name for herself.

So,

‘I should help her.’

Just as I had helped the other scholarship students.

It would not be a bad idea to give her practical experience, something like an internship.

It would not be difficult.

In my previous life, teaching several residents while conducting research and performing surgery had been my job.

Turning one person into a proper doctor... no, healer, was not difficult either.

‘When I visit Valeria tomorrow, I should speak with Ayla’s mother and bring Ayla along with me.’

Her mother would surely be pleased as well.

Author’s Note

Today’s chapter became too long, so I split it into two parts.

The next installment will be posted tomorrow afternoon.

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