Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 14

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2. The Generous Healer (4)

Mental Barrier Potion.

Among special potions, it’s one of the potions that has decent demand.

It was a potion I would need in the future, and also one that Lee Hae-sol needed to take as soon as possible.

You could say I made it considering its versatility, but for him who heard about the dream, it might seem suspicious that there was another reason behind this choice.

I hid my strange nervousness and smiled very gently.

“Mental aspects are a field I’m interested in. Studying related topics is good too, but that takes time. Potions show immediate effects, so I found them appealing.”

If I talked too long, it might seem more suspicious.

Yuhan Seong was quietly listening to my words.

“Do you happen to need any mental-type potions? If you tell me, I’ll practice with those types too! Though high-level ones would probably be difficult…”

“…Ah.”

After a moment.

He spoke carefully with an expression where his strange suspicion had disappeared.

“I do need mental barrier types…”

“Huh? This is a Mental Barrier Potion!”

His conflicted expression immediately turned blank.

Actually, mental-type potions were a field where difficulty varied irregularly depending on the effect.

‘While other types have difficulty that changes according to grade, mental types have difficulty that varies both by grade and effect.’

Potions that increase mental power are easy when the grade is low, but Mental Barrier Potions are difficult to succeed with even at low grades.

“You succeeded.”

“Right! How were you practicing exactly what I needed?”

When I spoke happily, he flinched and stared at me intently.

“Still, I’ll give this one to Teacher, and I’ll make a new one for you, Han Seong. How about it?”

“…Thanks. And I’ll buy it. Don’t try to just give it to me.”

He said firmly.

“Oh.”

Should I say this is what you’d expect from a protagonist?

I slowly nodded.

“Alright.”

Actually, I was planning to sell it anyway, but then he said.

“It would be better to sell to other kids too.”

“Hmm.”

A small alarm went off in my head.

It was somewhat awkward for Yuhan Seong to show this level of interest in an F-rank Healer.

‘Acting like this just because he saw me once is unnatural.’

Just leaving a good impression would be enough.

His eyes, strangely persistent in demanding an answer, were full of goodwill.

He probably thinks his attitude is indifferent.

I answered while suppressing a laugh that wanted to come out.

“You’re worried about me, right?”

“…”

Yuhan Seong stubbornly kept his mouth shut, neither affirming nor denying.

He just had an expression that said he absolutely had to hear that I would sell them.

I smiled and continued speaking.

“Thanks. Actually, I was planning to sell them anyway. Though I was going to give you the Mental Barrier Potion for free.”

“To me? …Why?”

“Because you seemed to believe in the effects even without trying it.”

He blinked.

As if realizing it just now.

“Actually, what I’m giving out now is partly because I have extras, but also because I think no one would buy them if I tried to sell them later.”

I had an ominous feeling that he’d been seeing me as too much of a good-natured pushover.

When I deliberately said that and grinned, Yuhan Seong tilted his head.

“But they’re potions, so that can’t be right.”

“I’m F-rank, aren’t I?”

Yuhan Seong hesitated.

“If I say it’s a potion made by an F-rank, wouldn’t people naturally have prejudices?”

It was a reasonable assumption.

Yuhan Seong seemed to know this too, as he didn’t say no.

Instead of saying that, he asked something else.

“…Did you hear the rumors too?”

“Rumors?”

Was he talking about the rumors the upperclassmen would be spreading?

The upperclassmen from the subway who said they’d spread rumors that the F-rank had utterly useless skills.

When I asked back with sparkling eyes, an answer came.

“That you’re too weak to enter dungeons.”

Ah, it wasn’t about the upperclassmen’s rumors, but just the general perception of F-ranks.

“I was wondering if you had those thoughts because of the rumors.”

“Ah.”

I said with a bright smile.

“You could say that. But that’s not a rumor, it’s a fact. Actually, I think I need to work even harder because of that fact.”

“Hah.”

“So I can be less of a hindrance if possible.”

Yuhan Seong said with a slightly distorted expression.

“Got it. Then how long are you planning to give them away for free like this?”

“About a week?”

“A whole week?”

“Yeah.”

I said as if it were natural.

“I think I need to do that much for people to start believing my potions are stable.”

Yuhan Seong’s expression hardened very slightly.

“Lee Hae-sol was smiling when he got your potion earlier.”

“It would be natural to feel bad about receiving a potion from an F-rank like me, but he didn’t, so I was really grateful.”

“…What I meant was that there probably aren’t many people who would bring up grade issues and question a perfectly completed potion.”

“Maybe Hae-sol is just unusual?”

I had to interpret the situation conservatively. When I answered with that meaning, Yuhan Seong sighed as if giving up and said.

“If that’s what you think. Then I recommend not giving away even mid-grade potions to just anyone if you succeed in making them.”

Was this a characteristic of a regressor who had lived long?

It seemed like he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he solved something.

But I immediately shook my head.

“No way. Mid-grade potions would be more useful than low-grade ones if I just succeed, right? There would be more people who need them too. If I succeed, I want to sell them as cheaply as possible or just give them away. …I wanted to give one to you for free too.”

Yuhan Seong’s hand twitched slightly.

He couldn’t continue speaking for a moment.

He just looked at me without saying anything.

Some indescribable emotion was mixed in those eyes.

The wind shook the window.

A small sound echoed in the quiet hallway.

“I’ll gratefully accept the sentiment.”

He said again in a very low voice.

“…Then at least sell them.”

I hugged the box tightly and smiled gently.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry.”

Even as I said that, I added inwardly.

This is a bit unsettling. Please. Please don’t think about taking me anywhere, Mr. Regressor.

I’m confident I won’t be of any help at all.

“Right.”

Yuhan Seong nodded his head a little late.

I hugged the box tightly to my chest again, as if avoiding his gaze.

“Then I’ll go down and take a look.”

I pointed toward the hallway.

“I’m going to give these to the kids now.”

At those words, Yuhan Seong paused for a very brief moment.

Then he said in a low voice.

“Yeah. I’ll help you.”

Really, why is our protagonist acting so strangely!

I remember he was quite depressed during this period.

But for the sake of image management, I hid my awkwardness and smiled briefly.

“Thanks!”

“Well, I should earn my keep.”

He answered while lightly shaking the lowest-grade potion I had given him.

Then he moved his steps toward the stairs.

‘This is more nerve-wracking than I thought.’

Dealing with the protagonist seems harder than successfully making intermediate potions.

If rumors spread that an F-rank Healer ‘seems competent,’ I’d be dragged away immediately, right?

‘That can’t happen.’

I thought it would be fine if my potion-making got a little famous, but even that just became concerning.

His gaze is quite serious.

Like, he might take me around and make me roll around in dungeons so I’d develop S-rank skills or something.

When you put in effort beyond normal limits, there’s occasionally a very rare chance that related skills can develop later in life, and there’s a possibility the protagonist might overvalue my potions and make me roll around in dungeons so I’d develop related skills…

‘It’s possible. It’s definitely possible! He did similar things in the original work.’

Though those were things he did to awaken those who weren’t naturally S-rank into S-rank, the extent to which other characters suffered then was hard to watch…

I thought there was no such danger since I’m F-rank, but I’ve caught his attention this early.

‘I had a feeling, but I keep getting the sense that I’ve made an impression on him.’

I want to dismiss it as just my imagination, but ominous premonitions tend to be right.

‘Still, he didn’t deny that I’m as useless as the rumors say.’

That was at least some hope.

As long as he doesn’t take me to dungeons.

As we went down a few steps, Erich spoke.

[Pathetic. An S-rank is paying that much attention to you, yet you pretend not to notice.]

‘Huh? Did you just say S-rank?’

[His soul is S-rank. He’ll become S-rank soon. What a strange human, that one.]

Oh ho.

It seems the demon sword can’t see that Yuhan Seong has regressed, but it can see his abilities.

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