Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100
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The Recovery Chamber of the Northern Magic Tower.
A place that existed, quite literally, to restore mages whose bodies were broken.
The Northern Magic Tower’s medical magic specialized not in Healing Magic, but in Body Defect Restoration Magic.
Given the frequent traffic to and from the Contaminated Sacred Ground, it was common for mages to lose body parts or suffer wounds so grave they teetered on the edge of death.
In such cases, one only needed to reach the Recovery Chamber alive within roughly twenty-four hours.
The Medical Specialist Mages could weave together broken bones, muscle, nerve, blood vessel, and skin with magic so seamlessly it seemed they’d never been damaged at all.
Provided the severed limbs were brought intact, even severed arms and legs could be reattached.
And should the wound site be too grievously damaged to permit permanent disability, there was no need for despair.
Unless the damaged area was a vital organ, one could use Mana Stones to construct a replacement limb that moved as naturally as flesh.
Cameron’s prosthetic leg, which he’d been using for the past sixteen years, fell into precisely this category.
Beyond that, mages talented in Pharmaceutical Magic would devote themselves to developing medicines to treat various ailments and internal injuries.
‘Of course, there were tiers among the Medical Specialist Mages as well.’
In particular, the 99.9% Complete Body Restoration Technique was something only the total manager of the Recovery Chamber could perform.
However, the Recovery Chamber’s total manager, Fabyan, was obsessed with money to a degree that justified his nickname—a skinflint.
His personal motto was: “In this world, only one thing never betrays a person: money!”
If you sought his direct hand in body restoration or commissioned a prosthetic limb from him, you’d need to pay a sum so astronomical your jaw would go slack and your eyes would pop from your skull.
Naturally, the Northern Magic Tower’s mages poured scathing criticism upon him, but what choice did they have? The thirsty must dig the well themselves.
What did it mean that he’d held the position of Recovery Chamber total manager for over a decade despite being vilified so thoroughly?
It meant the bitter truth that no kind-hearted alternative of his caliber existed in this field.
‘A skinflint who’ll empty your entire fortune but returns your life with absolute certainty!’
‘Limbs that sprout like fresh skin! Marvelously painless!’
‘Damnably expensive, but worth every coin!’
So when urgent need arose, everyone had no choice but to approach Fabyan with tears streaming down their faces.
“But the total manager isn’t someone you can just meet whenever. I’ll pass along your gratitude instead.”
“Oh, really? That’s such a shame. I wanted to thank him for the good medicine, and I had other questions to ask him too…”
Liriope’s disappointment was written plainly across her face.
Her long lashes drooped like rain-soaked reeds, casting shadow over the sorrow in her expression.
The Medical Specialist Mage who faced that pitiful countenance flinched without meaning to. At the same time, Velkius’s Mana beside Liriope began to crackle like an ember on the verge of ignition.
Velkius had been in a foul mood for some time now.
It appeared Liriope had business with the Recovery Chamber’s total manager. But if that were the case, she need only have mentioned it to him.
Why did she need to come here in person with flowers and conduct herself with such propriety toward some unremarkable man?
More galling still, these presumptuous Medical Specialist Mages were now turning her away right before his eyes.
In Velkius’s estimation, this was tantamount to a challenge to himself.
Velkius moved his Mana without hesitation to teach these ignorant fools a lesson.
Snap!
“…!”
But in that very instant, Liriope beside him sensed something amiss and seized his hand.
The black Mana that had been roiling ominously came to an abrupt halt.
“Ahem. Well, even if you can’t see the total manager, you can ask us. If you have questions about the medicine you took, or any other symptoms you’re curious about, we can tell you.”
One of the Medical Specialist Mages spoke as though dispensing a special favor.
Liriope opened her mouth as though she’d been waiting for precisely this opening, her expression anxious.
“Actually, Cameron’s condition seemed quite dire during today’s class.”
“What? Cameron?”
It was an unexpected name. The Medical Specialist Mage’s eyes widened. Then he suddenly tensed and cast a cautious glance to the side.
“Yes. We used the Hallucinogenic Herb in today’s lesson, and it seems the instructor accidentally experienced nightmares because of it. He got terribly agitated and suddenly began casting spells wildly throughout the Education Hall, and then he kept muttering strange nonsense to someone named Sophia about putting a baby on a scale and apologizing…”
“A scale? What are you talking about?”
“That’s what I mean. Anyway, I was worried about it. Of course, the instructor did yell at us to get out right away. But I thought perhaps we should bring him medicine, or maybe we should recommend he visit the Recovery Chamber? Do you know of any medicine that would help in a situation like this?”
“Well, actually… the thing is, Cameron’s relationship with our Recovery Chamber isn’t particularly good…”
“Cameron did what today?”
Whoosh!
Suddenly the curtain draped over a simple cot beside them was pulled back. Someone emerged from within.
“Huuuh. I am Fabyan, the total manager of this Recovery Chamber. Tell me more about what you were just saying, in greater detail.”
His voice was oddly drawn out at the end, delivered in the drowsy, leisurely tone of someone half-asleep.
The man with untidy, pale-sky-blue coarse hair looked so gaunt he seemed ill.
His face was so hollow and the shadows beneath his eyes so dark that he appeared less the Recovery Chamber’s total manager and more an urgent case in need of hospitalization.
Had it not been for the vivid brilliance of his deep teal eyes, he would have seemed far more devoid of vitality.
Liriope was not surprised to see Fabyan in the cot, as she’d known he was there.
Instead, seeing his face for the first time in quite a while stirred something subtle within her.
“Hello, I’m Liriope…”
“Ah yes, as it happens I heard every last word of your chatter from the start. No need to prattle on further.”
Fabyan waved his hand dismissively, then looked Liriope up and down.
“But there’s a strangely familiar scent I’ve picked up since you arrived. You—you know what this flower is and yet you carried it anyway?”
“No, I just took whichever one smelled sweetest and looked prettiest from the garden. I wanted to give it as a gift of thanks.”
The Medical Specialist Mage beside her muttered in disbelief.
“Unbelievable. To look at that eyesore and call it pretty… I never thought there’d be another person in the world with taste identical to the total manager’s.”
Meanwhile, Fabyan laughed with amusement.
“Oho, so you have an eye for plants. This is Sumeria—a flower both beautiful and fragrant as you say, with many uses besides. I’m quite fond of it and keep it in both my room and my study. Though it does have an awakening effect, so it’s still too early for a young thing like you.”
The skeletal man’s withered hand took the flower Liriope had brought.
“As for Cameron, I’d be delighted to laugh if that fool dropped dead today, but your heart shows such grace that I’m inclined to hear more. Tell me in detail what happened during today’s class. In particular, I’m curious what nightmare Cameron saw.”
Fabyan, like an old and bitter rival of Cameron’s, seemed deeply interested in Liriope’s account.
He emphasized that the more detailed her explanation, the more helpful it would be in understanding Cameron’s condition.
Upon hearing this, Liriope hesitated for a moment before recounting the events of today’s class to Fabyan in thorough detail.
As Liriope’s explanation continued, the color drained from Fabyan’s face.
“Is that the truth? You didn’t misread or misunderstand anything?”
“It wasn’t just me—every child in the Education Hall saw and heard the exact same thing. And the hallucination was so vivid…”
Liriope then seemed to recall something additional and added:
“Oh, but something was odd. The face of a woman named Sophia that appeared in the illusion was identical to Stella, the senior instructor whom the supervisor has always been particularly fond of. Everyone was so startled…”
“Stella? Who’s that?”
The Medical Specialist Mage beside her quickly answered.
“A girl who came through the Recovery Chamber recently, I think? She had murky blonde hair and pale brown eyes—quite a pretty young lady.”
In that moment, Fabyan’s eyes trembled with a spasm.
He forgot the people around him and sank into deep thought alone.
Liriope quietly excused herself to Fabyan and turned back, taking Velkius’s hand.
This much should suffice.
Fabyan would investigate further and determine for himself how much of what he’d heard from Liriope was truth.
“Is there anything else you needed to do here?”
“That covers it.”
“You didn’t really come out of concern for Cameron. Your true purpose was to inform the Recovery Chamber’s total manager about this woman named Sophia and about Stella, wasn’t it?”
Velkius walked along docilely in Liriope’s grip, voicing his suspicion.
He seemed to want to know why Liriope had sought out Fabyan to tell him these strange things.
“Well, I’ll explain later if the chance comes up.”
Velkius was dissatisfied with her answer and opened his mouth again, but just then something seemed to occur to her, and this time she posed a question instead.
“Come to think of it, I have something I want to ask you too. Do you know Stella? Are you two close?”
“No, I only know her name and her face.”
“How do you know her name and face?”
Velkius stopped short.
Then he looked at Liriope again, wondering what this question meant.
But Liriope’s expression was genuinely puzzled—as though truly curious how he even knew of Stella’s existence.
Rather like an eagle atop a tree finding it remarkable that it should know of a water flea dwelling at the bottom of a pond.

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