Young Master, Please Put Some Pants On! - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82

Since beginning research with Professor Hopnilman, Mellis had gradually opened her healing power three times. However, her ability was so minimal that healing small scratches was about all she could manage.

“Well, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t teach mana flow reading for this long, but Mellis is a special case in many ways. This is much more important than learning healing power right now.”

At those words, Mellis nodded slightly. If she used power greater than Vivian’s magical power remaining in her body, the medicine effect would immediately wear off.

Understanding the magical power remaining in her body and controlling her own power to not exceed it was her greatest homework.

‘If I become completely accustomed to that…’

It would be possible to use healing power while maintaining her beastkin form.

The fact that she hadn’t returned to her true form even after using healing power at the lake was purely due to good luck. Garulus’s wound was shallow, it hadn’t been long since she’d taken the medicine, and she didn’t even know how to properly use healing power.

If that hadn’t been the case, Kermanomon would have immediately discovered her true identity.

While Mellis was lost in deep thought, Hopnilman, who had been mixing various drugs in the corner of the research lab, asked with a voice full of curiosity.

“I’ve been curious about this for a while – why do you want to learn healing arts, Mellis?”

“Pardon?”

“From what I heard before, it seems like you’re planning to stay at the Ducal Residence permanently. In that case, wouldn’t learning healing arts be meaningless?”

“That’s…”

At his question, Mellis trailed off. When Arsian had asked a similar question recently, she hadn’t been able to give much of an answer either. Even though she had received his proposal to come to the ducal residence, she wasn’t even considering it.

Within her heart that wanted to continue living at the Ducal Residence as she was now, a desire to live not as a beastkin but as a human was gradually blooming. But that was something that could never coexist.

“I just think it’ll be useful someday if I learn it. There’s nothing to lose by learning healing arts, right?”

“That’s true. But if your ability manifests as planned, you’ll definitely become a promising healer, so it would be a waste to let it rot just in case. It would have been nice if the Grand Duke didn’t dislike humans – what a shame.”

Mellis, lost in deep thought, twitched her lips.

“For me, handling this ability isn’t simply a matter of profession. It’s been my dream since childhood. Most importantly, if I master healing arts, I can protect the people I love.”

“…”

“So, this feels like my identity as a human being.”

Mellis said with a gentle smile. But at the same time, one thought filled her mind completely.

Really, as Hopnilman said, if Kermanomon didn’t dislike humans, would something have been different? She knew that couldn’t be the case, but she kept becoming more and more troubled.

“That’s not really my true appearance. I’m not a beastkin, so what’s the point of imitating the outward appearance? What I wanted was for people to accept and acknowledge me as I am.”

“Be careful not to get too accustomed to it.”

Mellis recalled the conversation she had with Vivian before. At the time she had only been puzzled, but now she could fully understand his warning. And why he had given her such a warning.

“I see. I wasn’t trying to criticize you, but I’m sorry if I upset you.”

Noticing that Mellis’s expression had darkened, Hopnilman awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s sufficient to worry about such things after you’ve properly mastered healing power. Though looking at you now, it seems like it’ll take quite a while…”

“What? Earlier you called me your most outstanding student.”

“That was about ability detection, healing power is separate. Don’t get conceited.”

“Tch.”

Clicking her tongue briefly, Mellis focused once again on analyzing the magic stone. As Hopnilman said, there were other important matters for her right now.

In the end, she buried the questions she couldn’t find answers to even herself deep in her heart.

* * *

“Why is there no reaction at all, why!”

Meanwhile, Sandra was burning with fever to the point of death. Several days had passed since she reported that woman’s love affair, but far from being kicked out of the Ducal Residence, that woman still entered and left the Academy with the same calm face.

How does that snake-like woman escape her traps every time? The Grand Duke doesn’t have such a generous personality that he would turn a blind eye to his lover’s affair. Or perhaps their affection had cooled in the meantime?

The man also showed a cold attitude due to the Grand Duke’s more lukewarm reaction than expected.

“Do you think something like this would be helpful?”

Moreover, even though she had thoroughly searched the house and found all traces of Mellis, the man even scolded her, saying it was of no help whatsoever.

“Unless you bring definitive proof that woman is human, I can’t give you a single penny.”

At those words, Sandra became extremely anxious. They had the same name and the same face, so what more evidence was needed! At this point, it was her last resort.

Sandra planned to kidnap that woman as soon as she came out of the Academy. It was only about a 5-minute distance from the Academy Main Gate to the garden where the guards waited, but it wasn’t an impossible attempt.

‘She’s coming…!’

When she appeared in the distance, Sandra’s eyes gleamed wickedly. Fortunately, the woman was alone, and there weren’t even any passersby around. Sandra, wearing a robe hood, gripped the rope tightly in her hand.

Just as Sandra was about to get up and follow behind her.

“Mmph!”

A suddenly appearing rough hand covered her mouth. Sandra’s eyes widened in surprise as she struggled frantically. All the hair on her body stood on end from fear.

“You shouldn’t do such bad things.”

“…!”

At the familiar voice brushing past her ear, Sandra’s movements stiffened rigidly. Why on earth was this man here? Feeling the cold touch of metal on the back of her neck, she carefully shifted her gaze with trembling eyes.

“Then I can’t pretend not to know anymore.”

Hiss. Between his lips that curved up smoothly, a forked tongue writhed. Sandra felt an indescribable deep fear at those coldly lowered eyes.

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Kermanomon had been spending troubled days lately. His deeply furrowed brow showed no signs of smoothing out, and as if he had serious worries, he would often fall into contemplation with a blank face.

“Tsk.”

It was the same now. Kermanomon, sitting in his office, was repeatedly sighing with a troubled face while running his hands through his hair.

However, since he didn’t speak his inner thoughts, only Malcolm, his aide, was busy reading the atmosphere.

Malcolm quietly rolled his eyes and guessed the cause. Was it because of the Western Mountains investigation that had made no progress? Or perhaps because of the various invitations pouring in for harvest season? Maybe it was because of the black market infiltration that was approaching.

‘The last one is probably most likely.’

The black market investigation was important work that could provide clues about the Western Mountains case that had been stagnant for months and Revolity, so it was more than enough to make him nervous.

After pondering for a moment, Malcolm quietly left the office to find tea to comfort him.

“Hah…”

Meanwhile, Kermanomon, who had been meaninglessly scribbling with his pen, buried his face in both hands as if he could no longer bear it. As Malcolm had expected, he had deep worries. He was suffering to death because of thoughts of Mellis that wouldn’t leave his mind for days.

“How did I end up like this?”

After Heart Wing Day, Mellis’s image appeared before his eyes all day long. When he ate meals, her clear voice seemed to ring in his ears, and when he worked, her lovely chatter seemed to be heard beside him.

‘Your Grace!’

Moreover, whenever he encountered her, he would noticeably startle and show what he thought was a foolish appearance even to himself.

There were hundreds of servants in the Ducal Residence, so why did only Mellis stand out so much? Wherever he went, it seemed like he could see her figure.

At this point, he too had no choice but to acknowledge it. That his feelings toward Mellis contained special affection.

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