The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 19.1
“…Understood. I will follow your instructions. But, is there really a cure?”
“Yeah, get ready with the medicinal ingredients I mentioned.”
The treatment for Devil’s Blossom was part of the main storyline quest, so I knew the formula for the potion.
‘It’s a quest where you gather ingredients for the medicine and then find a place to prepare it.’
This time, I had to take on the role of preparing the potion as well.
‘I must succeed. If I don’t do it, the Devil Priest will die. My sweet life will come to an end too, so I must succeed at all costs.’
“Also, prepare medical textbooks.”
“…Huh?”
“Especially those related to anatomical diagrams concerning mana channels.”
“…”
I knew nothing about this field, so I had to study it first.
Lyran’s eyes were filled with suspicion.
“…Can you really cure it?”
“Of course. If not, is there anyone else who can? If there is, you can leave it to them.”
As expected of the Dark Flame Dragon.
Now, exuding strong confidence for the topic that required a last-minute cramming session, Lyran nodded, overwhelmed by that assurance.
“N-No, I wasn’t doubting. I trust the Young Duke.”
Time was of the essence.
While Lyran urgently sought out medicinal ingredients, I hastily studied the medical knowledge needed for the impromptu treatment.
The more I studied, the more beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
‘…Is the treatment success rate really 83.5%? It seems too difficult.’
Mana Channel.
It was the path through which mana flowed.
In this world, mana was as crucial as blood, and most diseases and treatments were closely related to mana. Understanding the human body in relation to mana made the difficulty level unusually high.
‘Does this ‘Versatility of a Thousand Transformations’ ability really work properly?’
With an uneasy feeling, I double-checked the success rate, but it remained at 83.5%.
Ohh, it’s time for the treatment.
“Young Duke, all preparations for the treatment are complete.”
The Priest was in hiding within the sanctuary of this Dragon Stronghold.
Upon arrival, I saw someone other than Lyran, a figure I hadn’t seen before.
“Master, do you really intend to entrust the Priest’s treatment to this person?”
Dressed in a white gown with a stern gaze.
Their identity could be roughly guessed.
‘A healer from the rebellion.’
A face that couldn’t possibly accept entrusting the treatment to me.
‘I understand. I can’t trust myself either.’
Lyran spoke to the healer,
“Haven’t you seen the Devil’s Blossom Suppression Potion created by the Young Duke?”
“Ugh, of course, I can’t fathom how the Young Duke knows the recipe for such a miraculous potion, but I still can’t believe it.”
The healer declared, eyeing me as if I were a swindler.
“I will participate in the treatment when Master treats the Saint!”
Lyran, looking at my reaction, made an apologetic face.
But instead, I felt a sense of relief inside.
‘It’s for the best. I can share the responsibility when things go wrong.’
After all, what could be the foundation of social skills?
Take credit for what you did well, and take responsibility for what you did wrong.
“Whether you participate in the treatment or not doesn’t matter. Just a warning in advance. Do your best to avoid hindering me. It might be troublesome if there are issues due to your lack of skill.”
“!!”
A subtle attempt to preemptively shift the blame when something goes wrong!
I raised the corners of my mouth with an unlucky expression.
“If you’re not confident, you can give up now. It might get complicated.”
“Arrogant, dare to…!!”
The moment the healer bravely confronted us, suddenly, a chill ran down everyone’s spine.
Thud!
An eerie aura surged from the room where the Devil Priest was.
The demonic aura, the malevolent energy!
“!!”
Everyone fell silent.
“…Could it be, this is it?”
I nodded heavily.
“It’s the blossoming phenomenon.”
* * *
Entering the room, I swallowed hard.
‘The demonic transformation is in full bloom.’
Devil Priest Johan.
This was the formal title Johan would acquire in the later part of the storyline, but in reality, people had a different nickname for Johan.
Deer Saint.
It was a nickname attached due to his gentle and docile personality.
His appearance was also deer-like: a small build, soft brown hair, and round, innocent eyes.
He wasn’t my preferred type of protagonist.
But I remembered he was quite popular among women.
However, Johan had another nickname.
Darkened Deer.
As the storyline progressed, Johan was gradually influenced by the demonic aura, transforming more and more like a demon.
‘…It’s ironic that he becomes even more popular as he darkens. I wonder why people are obsessed with characters.’
In any case, the sight before me now closely resembled the ‘Darkened Deer.’
‘With Johan’s current power, he can’t withstand that demonic aura.’
Later on, as his power and the demonic aura balanced out, he would be able to endure the Devil’s Blossom, but not now.
He would be swallowed by the malevolent energy.
“Unleash the Holy Magic to suppress the malevolent energy.”
“W-What did you say?”
“Hurry! There’s no time to dawdle!”
My voice became urgent.
The imposing presence of the Dark Flame Dragon intensified, and the healer closed their mouth, following my instructions.
“You’ve administered the medicine as I instructed, right?”
“…Yes.”
“Bring the treatment materials.”
I took a deep breath.
The preparations were complete.
Now, all that remained was the ‘procedure’ to remove the Devil’s Blossom.
“Here they are.”
Clatter.
