Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer, You Know? - Chapter 93

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14. I Was Happy Being a Despised F-Rank Healer Though? (2)

“It was a test dungeon, and many students were injured. Most of the potions were low-grade, so there was no need to worry about poisoning. Since that was all I could do, I provided as much as possible.”

“You mean potions you manufactured yourself.”

“Yes.”

I answered immediately.

“They were the results of personal practice separate from classes.”

He took notes with his pen.

The sound of writing on paper seemed unusually loud.

I maintained my posture without leaning back in the chair, trying not to be bothered by that sound.

“Hmm, well. I understand. Ah, there’s an evaluation that your manufacturing level is higher than the student average. What do you think about that?”

He said.

“Particularly regarding stability and duration.”

I tilted my head slightly.

“You’re too kind. While I am on the meticulous side, I’m not at a level deserving such praise.”

The center staff paused for a moment before speaking again.

“Your rank is registered as F-rank Healer.”

“That’s correct.”

I answered calmly.

“There have been no rank changes to date.”

“Do you remember the Azure Dragon Dungeon?”

“Ah, yes.”

I answered calmly.

“That’s why I didn’t participate directly in combat. I only delivered potions and provided simple emergency response.”

He stared at me intently.

As if trying to distinguish between lies and truth.

I neither regulated my breathing nor changed my expression.

“Then let me ask something else.”

The center staff said.

“Did you ever notice anything strange in the Final Dungeon?”

I didn’t answer immediately.

Very briefly, I took time to think.

I already knew this question wasn’t simple curiosity.

“I did feel the difficulty was high.”

I said carefully.

“But it was a test dungeon, and we were told beforehand that variables could occur.”

“Anything else?”

He asked.

“Nothing else in particular.”

I answered with my gaze lowered.

“I didn’t participate directly in combat. I didn’t have the luxury to grasp the overall situation either.”

He was silent for a moment.

“I understand.”

The center staff said.

“Currently, we have no plans to take any special measures regarding the student. Even though there could be room for illegal interpretation regarding potion use.”

I bowed my head without much disturbance.

“Thank you.”

“However.”

He continued.

“Should similar situations occur in the future, there may be additional verification of potion usage records and manufacturing sources.”

“I will cooperate.”

I answered immediately.

“I’ll follow school regulations and Management Center guidelines.”

Officially, that is.

The center staff organized his documents and said.

“Today’s interview ends here. You may return to class.”

“Yes.”

I stood up from my seat.

I was careful not to make too much noise when pushing the chair.

Just before leaving through the door, the center staff called me again.

“Student Jin Hali.”

I turned around.

“Yes.”

“I recommend you take care of yourself while conducting activities.”

He said.

“It’s a world with high mortality rates, even for students.”

Was this a threat? Or a power play?

I bowed my head.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

I said that and closed the door.

Coming out into the hallway, the air felt a little different.

Much lighter than inside the counseling room.

I exhaled once.

Very quietly, without making it obvious.

I had managed to get through this fairly well.

‘I left a record, minimized suspicion.’

I organized my thoughts internally.

‘They won’t touch me for now.’

I started walking.

I headed toward the Manufacturing Room.

On days like this, moving my hands was best.

Making potions helped organize my thoughts.

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When I opened the Manufacturing Room door, slightly humid heat rushed out first.

Glass bottles and beakers sparkled chaotically in the sunlight.

Before I could even sit down, a lingering scent in the air tickled my nose.

It seemed someone had heated a recovery potion yesterday and raised the temperature a bit.

I put down my bag and tied my apron strings.

My fingers moved familiarly.

It was good that I got used to things like this quickly.

When my body remembered more tasks, there was less chance for my mind to wander to useless things.

I wiped the desk and boiled water.

Steam rose up, forming thin condensation on the window.

Looking at that condensation, I thought briefly.

About the Management Center staff’s voice just now, and even the sound of the pen scratching on paper.

I wasn’t upset or feeling wronged.

I was just annoyed.

I hadn’t intended to stand out this much, but it felt like I was being exposed layer by layer.

‘Still, it’s okay.’

I organized my thoughts inwardly.

‘They said they won’t bother me, and the school is quietly moving on too.’

‘I just need to go back to normal like before.’

Like usual, as if nothing happened, quietly.

I decided what to make today.

A concentration-enhancing potion.

The kind that reduces distracting thoughts and slightly improves reaction speed.

Not too effective, very common, but convenient to have around.

While I was taking out ingredients, the door opened once more.

I reflexively looked up.

Yuhan Seong came in.

He wore a thin coat over his school uniform shirt and held two paper cups in his hands.

He quietly closed the door and approached.

His steps were so natural, as if this space had originally been his place.

“So you were here.”

He said.

I nodded while closing the ingredient container lid.

“Yeah.”

My voice was light as usual.

“Everyone said they’d train outside today. I figured you’d come here, right?”

Yuhan Seong pushed one cup toward me.

“Something warm.”

I took the cup.

Heat touched my palm.

That warmth subtly lifted my mood.

I took a sip.

A bitter taste rose, followed by a very faint sweetness.

I could probably guess the brand without asking.

When Yuhan Seong chose things like this, he always went for the practical option.

“Earlier, someone from the Center came, right.”

Yuhan Seong said, then stopped.

Then he scanned my face once.

“Was it okay?”

I smiled.

“There’s nothing that wouldn’t be okay.”

I put down the cup and said.

“They just asked what they needed to ask, recorded it, and that’s it!”

I raised my hand to point at the ingredient containers.

“So I’m currently returning to daily life.”

Yuhan Seong let out a breath like a sigh.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s nothing, so don’t worry.”

I said while placing ingredients on the scale.

“They didn’t mention any separate investigation for me, and the school has quieted down too.”

I blinked.

“Fortunately, they didn’t stir things up saying the Final Dungeon was suspicious either.”

And they seemed unaware of what happened during vacation.

Yuhan Seong was silent for a moment.

Before that silence could drag on, I started mixing the ingredients.

The sound of the wooden stick scraping against the glass wall rang out.

Yuhan Seong asked.

“Jung Mi-hyeong is.”

I answered without stopping my hands.

“Since it was wrapped up with expulsion, there’s nothing more to say about it.”

I lowered my voice slightly at the end.

“The evidence was too clean.”

Yuhan Seong had an expression like he already knew.

I rotated my wrist to check the liquid’s viscosity.

Yuhan Seong looked at me, then tilted his head slightly to the side.

His expression was subtle.

It was the face of someone who wanted to say something but was choosing his words once more in case it would make me uncomfortable.

“Hali.”

He said.

“Yeah.”

I put down the stick and looked at him.

His gaze met mine head-on.

He didn’t avoid it.

I had no reason to avoid it either.

Right now, this person was closer to being on my side.

At least he was the type who disliked me being in danger.

“Do you have any thoughts about forming a team, by any chance?”

I thought for a moment.

Then answered honestly.

“I prefer going solo.”

Yuhan Seong let out a laugh.

“I see.”

I blinked and added.

“And if we get involved together for no reason, you guys will get annoyed too. It seems like I’m not really cut out for living peacefully.”

Yuhan Seong’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“Don’t say things like that.”

He put down his cup and said.

“If you’re alone, you never know who might bother you again.”

I nodded.

“That’s why I’m trying to reduce my alone time.”

I raised my voice slightly at the end.

“The Manufacturing Room is a safe zone, the Infirmary too, and the cafeteria has lots of people.”

I counted on my fingers as I spoke.

“And since I don’t use the dormitory and stay at a boarding house, it’s actually more reassuring than home.”

There’s no need to mention family circumstances.

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