Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 16

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2. The Generous Healer (6)

A crisis had arrived where my future potion shop would have nothing but flies buzzing around.

[Well, there’s no problem with it, so it doesn’t matter.]

‘Are you sure? Are you certain it’s safe to drink?’

Just then, Lee Hae-sol asked.

“Is this safe to drink?”

Erich answered leisurely.

[It would be good if anything. There’s nothing bad about it.]

‘Well, if that’s the case.’

“Yeah, it’s fine to drink. It just sparkles, but the effects are the same.”

“I see.”

He probably came to ask because he was worried since it was different from other lowest-grade potions.

His expression was calm, and I couldn’t see any negative feelings toward me.

I like that straightforwardness.

Although Lee Hae-sol had a distinct presence in class as he had been the grade representative, he was actually quite quiet compared to all the attention he received.

‘Though he has no choice but to be that way.’

He was cursed.

Strictly speaking, you could say he cursed himself. He gained a penalty in exchange for producing A-rank performance with B-rank magic power. Was it something his family, who desperately needed S-rank, had recommended?

Anyway, even considering that curse, it was important that he trusted my potions.

‘Maybe I don’t need to worry.’

When I was distributing them to the kids earlier, I could tell he was the one who had told the kids about my potion’s effects beforehand.

I smiled gently and said.

“You don’t need to worry about side effects or anything. Though I’m not sure how strong the effects will be.”

The more I spoke about being weak, the more strangely silent the other kids became.

Even now, Lee Hae-sol’s expression twisted very slightly at my words.

As if he had heard something upsetting.

Anyway.

I often confirm through situations like this that Hunter Academy kids are basically quite soft-hearted.

Of course, I know that I get such reactions because I’m continuously appealing that I know my place.

“Should I give you more if you need it?”

I asked first.

He thought for a moment, then said quietly.

“No.”

And he put the potion in his chest.

Thinking the conversation was over, I was about to close the box again when Lee Hae-sol took another step closer.

As he approached, cold silver magic power seemed to seep closer from somewhere.

The cold magic power characteristic of ice attributes.

It was flowing from Lee Hae-sol.

“But.”

His voice lowered.

“Were you in the Manufacturing Room until late yesterday?”

I paused for a moment.

How does he know that when he’s not even Yuhan Seong?

We don’t know each other well.

“How did you know I was there until late yesterday?”

“…I saw you, by chance. And I’ve seen you often since then too.”

“At late hours?”

“Yeah. I often come out to practice too.”

“To the Old School Building?”

“I was just passing by there. I practice in this building.”

“Ah!”

I remembered.

That Lee Hae-sol was a practice maniac.

Before becoming S-rank, Lee Hae-sol used to desperately practice his skills every day because of some sense of responsibility he had.

He was also diligent about physical training.

It seems the practice maniac noticed me.

“Han Seong would have found it interesting if he saw. That there’s another person like me.”

When I muttered with a smile, Lee Hae-sol tilted his head.

“Han Seong?”

“Yeah. He asked why I practice so hard.”

“So what did you answer?”

We continued our conversation while walking together.

I could feel the gazes in the hallway dispersing.

“I said I have to work harder because I’m F-rank.”

Lee Hae-sol fell silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes slightly.

Then he said.

“Wouldn’t it be more normal to practice healing rather than manufacturing?”

[I’m curious about that too.]

Pretending not to hear Erich’s interjection, I said.

“I’m not good at using heal.”

Thinking of my heal skill with one unnecessary word attached to it.

“You’re… not good at using heal?”

Lee Hae-sol asked with an expression that showed he found it hard to understand.

Well, F-ranks can only use their skill three times, but the number of uses is the problem – normally you just need to activate it.

“And I prefer this side too.”

[You have no intention of giving a proper answer. Tch.]

I let Erich’s grumbling, which sounded disappointed, go in one ear and out the other.

But my heal isn’t just heal, it’s ‘Reverse Heal.’ I’ve never seen that even in the original work. The description is somehow unsettling too. And the grade is low as well.

“So I’m trying to at least do manufacturing properly.”

Lee Hae-sol somehow bit his lip slightly.

“I see.”

And after some silence passed, he opened his mouth again.

“Still, if you stay too late…”

Unable to finish his words, he dropped his gaze downward.

His facial features were gently contorted.

That expression was somehow… ambiguous.

‘No, we’re not that close, are we?’

Why does that look exactly like someone worrying about a friend?

‘Oh well, he’s probably just worrying regardless of how close we are.’

I swallowed a sigh and smiled quietly.

“It’s fine! No one comes there anyway, right? You know the magic power in the Old School Building is a bit unstable.”

And I carefully folded the box and tucked it under my arm.

“If someone were to come there, it would only be when they need to make a party proposal, right? But as you know, there’s no way anyone would want to include me in their party.”

When those words came out, a small sigh of relief mixed in from within.

Right. No one should need me.

That’s how I stay safe.

But Lee Hae-sol suddenly said.

“…I wonder about that.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

My voice unconsciously became a little quieter.

Lee Hae-sol looked at my face for a while, then turned his head away.

And he gripped the potion tighter without saying a word.

Mana rose in silver light following his hand movements. Why has he been leaking mana since earlier?

I was curious, but since I was an F-rank who wouldn’t be able to sense mana this sensitively unless I were Erich, I didn’t bother asking.

I’ll pass on unnecessary interest.

“…No. You’ll find out soon enough too.”

He muttered briefly and stepped backward.

You said you were going downstairs? Go ahead.”

I nodded.

“Mm-hmm.”

And I slowly walked down the hallway.

The presence of him moving away backward lingered strangely.

…What was that?

Erich chuckled lowly.

[What else could it be? He’s probably talking about seeing the potion’s effects.]

I waved my hands dismissively in my mind.

‘No way. Not yet.’

[Not yet, huh. There will definitely be many people surprised by your potion’s effects, even if they don’t say anything now.]

‘No, it’s not that much, is it?’

I’ve been using it myself and sharing it with others.

The sparkling was a bit unexpected, but the efficacy itself was exactly what I had anticipated.

But Erich seemed to have a different opinion.

“What is it.”

When I asked aloud in frustration, Erich said smugly.

[That person will probably tell you.]

‘That person?’

“Over there.”

In front of some empty classroom.

If you were to pick the most angelic-looking person in Class 8, the person standing in front of me would be unanimously chosen.

I looked at her in bewilderment.

Yu Hee.

At least we’re acquainted enough to have exchanged greetings.

There are a lot of people talking to me today.

Even if it’s because of the potions, isn’t this excessive?

“Um, hello. What’s up?”

Her gaze briefly swept over the box I was holding.

Not missing that, I barely managed to keep my mouth from falling open.

Really because of the potions?

“Hari, that.”

Hee said with a slight smile.

“Could you come with me for a moment?”

This kind of development isn’t good.

Yu Hee is dangerous, you see.

She was a secondary female character I wanted to observe only from afar because she’s an assassin.

But running away would be strange too.

“Oh, why?”

“I have something to talk about privately. Would that be okay?”

She even lightly grabbed and pulled my arm.

Her fingertips were warmer than I expected.

‘With these hands, she holds the record for the most kills in her clan?’

The fact that Yu Hee comes from an assassin clan is revealed in the middle of the original work.

Until then, she was only described as someone angelic but somehow suspicious.

So I shouldn’t act like I know, but it was hard to hide my awkwardness since her touch was so gentle.

Well then, for now,

“Then… um, have you eaten lunch?”

Hee tilted her head slightly without even blinking, then answered with an angelic smile.

“Not yet.”

“Then let’s go together. It’s okay to talk while eating, right?”

“Let’s eat first and then talk. If it’s okay, I’ll buy coffee.”

The campus cafe has private spaces too.

I gulped as Yu Hee slowly twirled her hair with her fingertips while staring intently at me.

And I nodded.

“Good. Then let’s just have a brunch menu there and solve the meal situation too.”

“Thanks. That’s a good idea.”

After throwing the box in the trash can inside the classroom and coming out, Hee immediately stuck to my side again.

‘Erich.’

[What.]

‘Is her acting so human-like really because of my sparkling potions?’

[Why ask if you won’t believe it anyway?]

‘I’d believe it if it were believable. It was definitely just a regular potion.’

[You seem to lack common knowledge from only practicing with short-term attributes. That characteristic you call sparkling is a trait that appears in literature. It’s a trait with precedent.]

‘What?’

[Don’t you know? Potions that came from dungeons.]

Potions that came from dungeons, you mean.

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