Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 13

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2. The Generous Healer (3)

Actually, I’ve never fed it to anyone, so I don’t know how effective it will be.

But remembering that Erich rarely raised objections, the effect probably isn’t bad.

“I got permission from the homeroom teacher to practice. I’ve been making progress recently.”

“Practice… You’ve been practicing manufacturing.”

Lee Hae-sol, who muttered quietly “No wonder I couldn’t see you” – had he been looking for me? Why? – looked at the bottle for a moment, then said in a very small voice.

“Thank you. I’ll use it well.”

The corners of his expressionless lips were slightly raised.

His eyes were usually somewhat cloudy, but now they seemed a little less shadowed.

I awkwardly avoided his gaze and fiddled with the box lid.

Then another shadow stopped in front of me.

“Jin Hali.”

It was a voice that had become familiar after hearing it once.

“Oh, Han Seong!”

When I turned around and greeted him cheerfully, his expression changed slightly.

It was his usual expressionless face, but a little more relaxed. His chest rose and fell slightly.

It was obvious that Yuhan Seong had also just returned from practical training.

I handed him a potion bottle as well and said.

“I have no use for them, but potions keep piling up. I brought them out to give to people who need them.”

“Here?”

“Since it’s in front of the infirmary, wouldn’t there be more people who need them?”

“That’s true.”

Lee Hae-sol nodded lightly and muttered.

Yuhan Seong closed his mouth for a moment and looked at the infirmary, the empty box I’d given to the seniors, and the box I was still holding.

“Don’t tell me.”

“Yeah, I set aside some for you guys too.”

I said to both of them with a big smile.

Even though it was somewhat awkward since we’d just started talking, Lee Hae-sol applied the potion to his hand right there.

Oh, he’s applying it without suspicion.

By the way, potions in this world aren’t just for drinking.

You apply them, throw them, spill them…

There were all sorts of ways to use them.

“How is it?”

Lee Hae-sol’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at the back of his hand where the wound had been.

Yuhan Seong also stepped closer and watched it with me.

New flesh sprouting in an instant.

“…It didn’t seem like an intermediate potion.”

“Of course. How could I make so many intermediate potions? I can’t do that yet. Since it wasn’t a big wound, it probably healed quickly.”

I’m still far from that.

‘Though I did succeed with one.’

Both of them looked at me with faces full of things they wanted to say, as if bewildered.

“…?”

I tilted my head and continued.

“It’s low-grade, low-grade. It’s the lowest grade, but it’s still a success. Now I’m good at making lowest-grade potions. I can make them with my eyes closed?”

When I said this proudly with a smile, Lee Hae-sol’s ice-sharp brow furrowed slightly.

He looked back and forth between his hand and me with a serious expression, then muttered.

“Is it just my imagination?”

“What is?”

“…Hmm, never mind. I’ll pay for it instead.”

I tilted my head, then shrugged and said.

“I’m just sharing them while practicing.”

I said it as if it was nothing, but of course I knew. That this was something I should charge money for.

“If you need one too…”

Before I could finish speaking, Yuhan Seong peered inside the box.

Then he drew in a very short breath.

“This one’s a different color?”

He pointed with his finger at a small light purple bottle with a lid.

I instinctively pulled the box toward me.

“Oh. That’s…”

It’s the intermediate potion I mentioned earlier.

Though it’s only D-grade.

I avoided his eyes slightly.

I smiled awkwardly at Yuhan Seong, who was staring at me, and said.

“It is… intermediate.”

For a moment, both of them seemed to sparkle with interest.

Yuhan Seong studied my face, then asked bluntly.

“Who are you planning to give this to?”

It didn’t feel like an interrogation, but I felt self-conscious for some reason.

I cleared my throat and answered.

“I’m going to give it to Teacher.”

“Don’t tell me, the homeroom teacher?”

“Yeah, yeah. He gave me permission to use the Manufacturing Room.”

Yuhan Seong paused for a moment, then quietly looked at the intermediate potion.

Then he muttered lowly.

“It’s probably not something worth repaying.”

It was a strange tone.

It sounded like he was saying it wasn’t something to be grateful for.

Still, he seemed to think the gesture of giving it to the homeroom teacher was fine, as he nodded slightly.

“Being grateful is still being grateful!”

Strangely, both people who shouldn’t have any friendship yet sighed softly at the same time.

It seems like they’re having some strange misunderstanding.

But before I could ask anything, Yuhan Seong spoke.

“I understand. If that’s what you think. But Jin Hali, talk with me for a moment.”

“Huh? Why?”

When I asked with a glance at Lee Hae-sol, Lee Hae-sol quietly observed us, then seemed to reach a conclusion and nodded lightly.

“I’ll be going now.”

“Oh, okay.”

“…”

Yuhan Seong didn’t respond.

A moment later.

As soon as Lee Hae-sol left, he turned around and walked ahead.

I secretly sighed and followed behind him.

“Why?”

When I asked in a whisper while catching my breath, Yuhan Seong said without turning around.

“I have something to say.”

And he added.

“About your potions.”

I tensed up for a moment.

Was there something that bothered that regressor about them?

Whether I had drawn interest that wouldn’t end at just a moderate acquaintance as intended, or conversely, whether I was seen as a target to be dealt with.

Various delusions passed through my mind in that brief moment, and my steps naturally slowed.

‘It might simply be because of the intermediate potion.’

He seemed convinced though.

‘And he didn’t seem like he’d covet it either.’

There’s no way he’d be interested in just an intermediate level.

Or was there something I hadn’t thought of?

Yuhan Seong stopped at the end of the hallway and slowly turned around.

Wind seeped through the window gap and brushed past his silver eyes.

And then he spoke.

“Do you happen to know something?”

“Huh?”

He said it was about potions, but this was completely out of the blue.

‘Oh, don’t tell me.’

I hugged the box tighter.

‘Could he be thinking about a future where supreme-grade potions are needed…?’

But why would he ask me about that in such a way?

“What do you mean I know something? Weren’t you going to talk about potions? I thought you were going to ask me to make intermediate potions.”

“Would you do it if I asked?”

“I’d do it if I could, but it’s hard to promise right now.”

When I spoke a bit sullenly, Yuhan Seong briefly looked dumbfounded.

Then, with somewhat complicated eyes as if thinking about something, he sighed softly and said.

“The reason you’ve been so desperately practicing potion making since the beginning of the semester.”

He spoke quietly in a low voice.

“I’m curious about that.”

What kind of context is this?

I tilted my head while dutifully answering him.

“Because the earlier and more you practice, the better…?”

“That desperately?”

“I’m weak and useless. This is the only thing I can do.”

Saying this directly would probably help with image management.

When I spoke matter-of-factly, Yuhan Seong hesitated.

“…You said you had a dream. Didn’t you think that dream was somehow strange?”

A dream, he says.

He must be talking about how I said I met the being who let me meet Erich in a dream.

I couldn’t understand why he was jumping to that topic while talking about potions.

“Well, I did think it was quite an extraordinary dream… Is there something else to it?”

“Hmm.”

He paused for a moment with a troubled expression, then shook his head.

“No. I think I misunderstood.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve had suspicious dreams like that too. I thought your dream was the same kind. Sorry.”

At this point, I wiped away my bewildered expression and smiled brightly.

“Ah, so that’s what it was. It’s fine. That can happen.”

“Thanks.”

He was going to end the conversation there.

Then he hesitated and spoke to me with a somewhat suspicious look.

“Jin Hali.”

“Yeah.”

“That potion.”

“Yeah. Why? Should I give you more?”

“No, it’s about the color.”

“What about the color?”

As expected, Yuhan Seong must have been stimulated by this color somehow.

I’ve been slightly concerned about it since earlier.

“Purple-based ones are mental potions, right?”

“Yeah. You know well?”

I spoke as if pleased, but Yuhan Seong didn’t change his expression at all.

Instead, he slowly reached out and tapped the top of the box.

The lid lifted just slightly.

“Is there another reason you chose mental potions? They don’t have good versatility either.”

“Ah, well.”

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