Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 10

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1. Surviving as an F-Rank Healer (10)

For the seal to be completely released, the contractor must steadily feed it low-grade potions or mana like the original Yuhan Seong did, and convert all HP and lifespan into mana using this earring magical tool that’s keeping him trapped.

Of course, I had no intention of obediently doing any of that.

Right now, I’m trying to indirectly let this kid know that.

“I’m a healer. An F-rank healer!”

[…F, F-rank, heal….]

At my words that he’d have trouble eating potions and wouldn’t have any mana to consume, Erich made choking sounds.

“Erich?”

When I took out the earring and shook it vigorously to tell him to snap out of it, the gulping sounds stopped.

[Stop! Stop it!]

“Mm-hmm.”

I heard a despairing voice. Good. I continued speaking cheerfully.

“But you know what? That thing you mentioned about converting to mana. I was planning to practice making potions, so could you help me with that?”

Erich fell silent for a moment, making hissing sounds, then let out a long sigh.

[…I’ll gladly help.]

He was clearly expecting that if I somehow succeeded in making low-grade potions despite being F-rank, there’d be no one to take them so I’d give them to him.

“Thanks. Then let’s go out now, Erich.”

I heard a few more groaning sounds after that.

Only after I spent quite a while looking at the sky did his voice return, sounding indifferent.

[Open the golden box among the remaining boxes. Drink the potion inside.]

This wasn’t a lie.

‘He cursed at Yuhan Seong, but he’s surprisingly gentle?’

Of course, the contract incantation Yuhan Seong made was a slave contract that added a few more lines to what I did to completely dominate him.

As soon as he saw him, he gave up the idea of giving him to the freshman representative and made a slave contract first, thinking he might be useful.

The protagonist really.

‘Erich, you should be grateful you ended up with me.’

Thinking that to myself, I jumped up from my seat.

“Thanks!”

And without any hesitation, I gulped down the gray potion that was in the golden box.

[You. You don’t have an ounce of caution even if you search with your eyes washed clean.]

“Huh? Do you have eyes too, Erich?”

[….]

Ah, right.

I’m planning to act like a slightly stupid human to him. Erich needs to realize the reality that he’s contracted with the weakest fool and despair.

“If you have eyes, you could watch and tell me when I make mistakes while crafting. Please take care of me from now on, Erich!”

After saying that with a goofy smile to the silent Erich, I put on the earring with him sealed inside.

At that moment, overlapping with Erich’s mumbling, I heard the sound of waves.

And the sound of sand scattering softly.

And when I opened my eyes.

“…Huh?”

“You….”

The first thing I saw was a handsome man frowning against the backdrop of the dusty manufacturing room.

…Eh, Yuhan Seong?

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Why is he here already?

“Um. Hello?”

I awkwardly waved my hand as if greeting someone I was meeting for the first time.

Right now I’m in a situation where I’ve snatched one of the magical tools he was planning to steal.

That’s probably why he’s so angry.

Then I had to make all of this seem like a coincidence.

At minimum, I needed to prove that I didn’t intentionally come to get Erich.

“We know each other, right? Yu…Han Seong. It’s Han Seong. Nice to see you. But um, could you let go of this?”

When I spoke awkwardly as if just noticing Yuhan Seong’s name tag, his gaze turned to his own hands that had grabbed both my shoulders as soon as I came out of the dungeon.

And he startled.

“…Sorry.”

Please say ‘sorry’ casually, not formally.

I laughed awkwardly at the protagonist’s characteristic way of speaking.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Did I suddenly appear?”

“…Yes.”

“So you were surprised. Hmm, what should I call this…. Erich, what just happened to me?”

It would be normal not to know about dungeons yet.

But maybe because I was wearing the earring? I could feel Erich getting startled before he even spoke.

[Don’t talk to me!]

“…Huh?”

Hey, but I need to be an extra who discovered an opportunity without knowing anything?

Bear with it.

“But if I can’t talk to you, I won’t be able to do that mana conversion.”

When I muttered glumly, Erich started screaming as if his insides were bursting.

How cute.

“…Did you make a contract?”

“Oh, right. How did you know? I did talk to Erich without realizing it…. Were you flustered?”

“No. More than that, you knew the contract incantation?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

You told me in the original work.

“Was it a week ago? I saw someone saying it from far away in a dream. Actually, I just tried it on a whim, but Erich accepted it.”

[Accepted it! Accepted it! This damn…! Who was it, who told this dense thing such a thing!]

I heard Erich whining in my ear but didn’t pretend to listen.

“A dream….”

That was also a week ago, meaning right after he regressed.

Since there were several people in the original timeline who fragmentarily recalled the pre-regression period along with Yuhan Seong’s regression, regardless of whether they were main or supporting characters, this much should be fine.

Though I’ll need to be more careful about maintaining distance.

The murderous intent faded from Yuhan Seong’s eyes.

And his black eyes that seemed full of stars trembled slightly, then quickly disappeared beneath his eyelids.

When he closed his eyes tightly and opened them, I couldn’t find any trace of the agitation from just moments before.

“Um…. Are you okay? You look a bit pale. Like you suddenly feel sick or something….”

“No.”

“No, that could happen. If you feel even slightly strange, it’d be better to just leave here quickly. The teacher said the mana here is unstable.”

“…I’m fine,”

“Come on, hurry. Let’s go out.”

I expressed concern and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the manufacturing room.

And while pretending to check his complexion and reading his expression, I walked quickly out of the old school building.

“We learned this in our mana class the day before yesterday. If you stay in a place where mana is unstable, you might occasionally feel dizzy or experience severe pain. The teacher said the more mana you have, the more that happens. Remember?”

“….”

“Han Seong, you must have a lot of mana. That’s amazing. So feeling unwell here isn’t something to be embarrassed about. Got it?”

I could feel Yuhan Seong looking at me with an astounded expression.

Regardless of that.

I started busily meddling so that he would keep an eye on me but wouldn’t want to get too close.

In the original work, Yuhan Seong said he didn’t particularly like people who were kind from the start.

He also didn’t like physical contact with strangers.

‘Well, that’s natural. But you also grabbed my shoulder earlier, didn’t you?’

It’s all a grave you dug yourself….

“So, how is it? Still dizzy? Your stomach?”

As soon as we opened the main gate of the old school building and came out, I looked back at him with expectant eyes, and Yuhan Seong was staring at me with a very subtle expression.

This much shouldn’t go as far as dislike.

As an avid reader who knew his personality well, I confidently waited for his reaction.

“Han Seong?”

Yuhan Seong glanced back at the old school building.

Then he looked at me again, carefully let go of his hand, and flicked my forehead with his finger to make me step back from him.

‘…Wait, carefully?’

“I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Still, just in case, go to the infirmary. You might be sensitive to mana.”

“Got it.”

That careful action from earlier, and how he became strangely compliant – it was odd.

I observed his mood for a moment, then spoke to him as he tilted his head slightly as if asking why I was doing that.

“Oh, I didn’t mention this earlier, but the reason I was there was because I borrowed the Manufacturing Room to practice. I got permission…! If you felt bad because I was lurking around places like the Manufacturing Room,”

“Practice?”

Yuhan Seong interrupted and asked.

I hesitated and then answered.

“Yeah. Potion manufacturing practice. If I practice, I get at least a little better anyway.”

“….”

Yuhan Seong’s expression hardened slightly.

Then something flashed through my mind.

‘Ah, he might find the very idea of an F-rank practicing distasteful.’

In the early part of the original work, when Yuhan Seong had just regressed, he didn’t even consider anyone except those with S-rank potential.

He didn’t openly despise them, but he didn’t bother to hide attitudes like ‘You’re useless, so don’t do pointless things.’

Is he still like that now?

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