The Villainous Young Lady Would Even Risk Her Life for Her Beloved ～ Her Fiancé, the Prince? By All Means, Please Be Happy with the Heroine! - Chapter 1.20

Uncle Luke’s teaching philosophy was centered entirely on hands-on experience. According to him, the key to improving as a healer was simple: practice as much as possible.

“Back in the day, I used to sneak into the commoner district and heal people for free. When I got caught, oh boy, I was in for it!”

Despite saying he had been severely scolded, he spoke about it with excitement.

“But honestly, that was the only real difference between me, Sasha, and Lily back then. It all came down to how many cases we handled—nothing more, nothing less.”

“Why would you do something like that?”

The eldest son of the Duke of Flores, offering free healing? Could it be that he had memories of a past life and was influenced by the ethics of another world?

“Of course, I knew that healing people for free was a bad idea. And trust me, I paid for it. The moment word spread, I was swamped with patients. When I ran out of magic and had to turn people away, they were furious. That’s how the whole thing got exposed in the first place.”

Again, he sounded like he was enjoying the memory. Perhaps, for Uncle Luke, even trouble had become a fond recollection. …Grandfather must have had a rough time dealing with him.

“What I really wanted was to join the knight order and travel around exterminating monsters and aiding war-torn regions. I thought that if I gained enough practical experience, I could earn a place in the order. Back then, things were a lot more unstable politically… I just wanted to do something to help. But my father wouldn’t allow it.”

“Well, you were still the heir to the duchy, after all.”

“Haha! Exactly! But at the time, I was too stubborn to see it. Now, I get it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and Uncle Luke looked pleased.

“Now, about why practice matters—every injury and illness is different, right? The fastest and most efficient way to heal someone is to adjust the magic to their specific condition. But figuring out exactly how much magic to use for each case isn’t something you can learn in theory.”

“So that’s why you want me to practice on as many cases as possible—to learn the correct magic output by experience.”

“Exactly! Your body will naturally start to remember it.”

Uncle Luke spoke with absolute confidence.

“First, let’s make sure you can heal any injury in this estate within thirty seconds—whether minor or severe.”

It sounded like common sense. After all, I had already been healing people in the estate. But once I actually started practicing, I realized how difficult it was.

For small injuries like a jammed finger or a splinter, taking thirty seconds felt excessive. Yet, I had to deliberately slow down and match the time. The magic control training with Aribara had been invaluable for this.

“Impressive! I thought this would take you at least a month!”

Now, I faced the opposite challenge—wounds that were too severe to heal in just thirty seconds. When I treated a serious burn, I panicked and let my magic output fluctuate wildly. As a result, I wasted too much magic, and even after thirty seconds, the wound wasn’t fully healed. Worse, the patient’s pain lasted longer because my healing had been incomplete.

“Setting a time limit makes it easier to gauge progress, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. I think I’ve gotten the hang of small injuries.”

“I agree! But for larger wounds, you’re still relying on instinct rather than precision.”

…He had seen right through me. I tended to just “wing it” when healing bigger injuries. Since they were rarer, I hadn’t developed a solid method yet.

“How’s the training going?”

Despite her busy schedule, Mother frequently checked in on my progress.

“She’s advancing much faster than expected! And the fact that she hasn’t had much experience treating major wounds is actually a good thing for this household.”

“I’ve already spoken with the knight order about that. It’ll be a while before she’s sent there, though.”

The knight order… Would that be during that upcoming gathering?

“Alright! Until then, let’s keep improving little by little!”

Talking with Uncle Luke provided me with information that wasn’t in the original story.

“Some healers only use a fixed amount of magic per treatment, regardless of the injury. If the wound is light, they heal it in fewer sessions. If it’s severe, they apply multiple rounds of healing. That way, they can standardize their fees.”

“That sounds like pure business.”

Over lunch, Uncle Luke taught me about the world’s medical practices. The original novel barely mentioned foreign countries, so this was all fascinating.

“It is. In peaceful areas, this system works well because patients don’t have to worry about being overcharged.”

“In peaceful areas, huh?”

“Yeah. In places suffering from disasters or war, time is everything. You can’t afford to waste extra rounds of healing just to follow a pricing model.”

That made sense. Being prepared for the worst was crucial. There was no point in having power if I couldn’t use it when it truly mattered.

“Besides, we’re from the House of Flores. We should be the kind of healers who look as impressive as we are skilled.”

For a moment, he looked just like Mother when she was in her authoritative mode.

“Still, from a commoner’s perspective, knowing the cost upfront must be a relief.”

Maria, who had just poured tea for us, made a good point. Healing magic did have a general price range, but since fees were set at the healer’s discretion, most people had no idea how much they’d owe until after they received treatment. That uncertainty must have been terrifying for anyone who wasn’t wealthy.

“Excuse me.”

Eliza entered the room and whispered something to Maria. The bl00d drained from Maria’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Despair was written all over Maria’s expression.

“I… I’m sorry, but I have to leave at once.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. Something was definitely wrong. It might be nosy of me, but I decided to follow her. After all, I was a noblewoman—a villainess, no less. That meant I had the power to help.

“Maria! What happened?”

“It’s my brother… He’s been crushed under a carriage…”

I immediately took Maria’s hand.

Maria had been looking forward to seeing her brother for over a week.

“You work for one of the most prestigious healing families! You can’t just stand by and do nothing!”

“M-my lady…”

Tears welled up in Maria’s eyes. She always spoke to me casually, but this made it clear—deep down, she was well aware of her status as a commoner. That realization felt… a little lonely.

“Let’s go!”

Uncle Luke had already called for the household carriage, which was waiting at the entrance. We were able to depart immediately.

When we arrived, Maria’s brother was still lying near the collapsed cargo of the carriage. His pained groans were unmistakable.

Uncle Luke leaned in and whispered to me.

“If I heal him, he’ll be burdened with an enormous debt. You understand why, don’t you?”

“But if a healer-in-training like me does it, I can claim it as practice and charge a reduced fee.”

I tried to smile confidently, but it came out awkward.

“You don’t need to rush this one. I’ll be right here.”

Uncle Luke must have noticed my tension because he placed a reassuring hand on my back.

“Maria! I will handle the treatment.”

I gently moved Maria aside as she desperately called out to her brother.

(Alright… First, a full-body scan. Then, I’ll decide how to proceed.)

Uncle Luke had taught me that in accident cases, a full-body check was essential. Even if the visible injuries seemed minor, there was often hidden damage that could become fatal over time.

“If you don’t catch it early, they might not survive. Never rush—always examine carefully.”

Both of his legs were broken, but so were his left arm and right wrist. His breathing was heavy—there was internal damage as well. The pain must have been excruciating.

(I don’t have time to heal these one by one.)

I simultaneously directed my healing magic to all the affected areas. I had never been more grateful for Aribara’s magic control lessons than I was today. I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Professor!

In about three minutes, the treatment was complete. I checked his breathing—it had stabilized.

“My lady! I… I don’t even know how to thank you…”

Maria was crying so hard her face was a mess. I handed her a handkerchief. Glancing down at my own hands, I realized they were trembling.

“Go be with your brother.”

(Even a so-called villainess gets nervous, huh…?)

That was a bit of a surprise to me.

“That was incredible! You did it perfectly!”

Uncle Luke was absolutely delighted, ruffling my hair with enthusiasm. Being praised like that… felt really nice.

“You truly did a great job.”

I thought so too. I had been nervous, but I had done my best.

However…

“Uncle, I’d like to continue gaining experience in a more structured way. Preferably with cases that aren’t emergencies…”

Looking at his exhausted niece, Uncle Luke burst into laughter.

“Ahaha! Fair enough! We’ll leave that to the knight order!”

I wouldn’t be some unstoppable powerhouse overnight. The only way forward was to take it slow and steadily master healing magic, step by step.