The World's Strongest and Most Evil Noble Strives Humbly and Diligently ~ Using Knowledge of the Original Story and Unique Magic to Avoid a Destruction End ~ - Chapter 10: Healing Magic

Chapter 10: Healing Magic

Morning and afternoon were spent honing my swordsmanship and Void training. Occasionally, I would visit Void Town, and at night, I immersed myself in the Forbidden Archives to expand my knowledge.

Caught up in such a busy routine, I suddenly found myself celebrating my twelfth birthday.

My height had finally surpassed 150 cm.
I hope to keep growing steadily like this.

Currently, my special focus is on—healing magic.

In Ronzorkia, healing magic is an exceptionally rare skill. It’s said that mastering it ensures a lifetime free of financial troubles.

(Hmm… I see. This is more of a “technique” than “magic.”)

The mechanics of healing magic were significantly different from the game.
In the original Ronzorkia, healing magic worked as follows: cast a spell → consume magical power → heal damage. However, in this world, the process was: use magic to regenerate cells → reconnect torn tissues.

In other words, mastering healing magic required three elements: advanced magical control, an understanding of human anatomy, and extensive medical knowledge.

To put it bluntly, it was quite troublesome.
No wonder healing magic was so rare.

(But if I master healing magic, my survival rate will increase dramatically.)

With Void Possession already in my arsenal, my defense was robust.
Adding healing magic to the mix would make my protection virtually impenetrable.

Thus, I had recently been devouring medical-related books.

(…Alright, that’s enough theory for now.)

I had grasped the basics pretty well.
Now, all I needed was to experiment… no, find a test subject… no, that’s not it—yes, a “volunteer.”

The next afternoon, I set out for the town in the Heisenberg territory.

After wandering the main street for a while,

(Alright, this place should do.)

I headed toward a clinic that caught my eye.
Reaching for the door to knock, I stopped short.

I am an arrogant, indolent villainous noble. Polite manners are a no-go.

“—I’m coming in.”

I kicked the door open roughly, making a dramatic entrance.

“What the—!?”
“What’s going on here… huh!?”
“Could it be… Lord Hollow!?”

The clinic was thrown into chaos.
It was understandable. In the Heisenberg territory, I was considered a “taboo” existence.

In the original story, Hollow pursued anything he disliked with relentless fervor.
Anyone who incurred his displeasure wouldn’t survive in this town.

Normally, my father, the lord of this land, should have reined me in. However, he was traveling across the country to break the curse on my mother and couldn’t spare time for my education.
As a result, his foolish son ran rampant, unchecked.

Because of this background, the people of Heisenberg territory feared me deeply.

Amidst the intense tension, an elderly man, likely the clinic’s director, hurriedly approached me and knelt.

“L-Lord Hollow, to what do we owe this… visit today?”

“Nothing much. I just came to observe.”

I said as I casually sat on a nearby chair.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and get back to work. Don’t waste time.”

“Y-Yes, right away!”

The director moved quickly, and the other doctors resumed their duties.

(Hmm… they look extremely uncomfortable.)

It seemed they were all too conscious of my presence, as their movements were stiff.

I silently apologized in my heart, Please forgive me just for today, while observing the doctors’ work from afar.

(…I see.)

As they say, “seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times.”
Even though I had absorbed a wealth of medical knowledge from the Forbidden Archives, watching it with my own eyes was completely different.

And then, as they say, “seeing a hundred times is no match for doing once.”
Even after observing so many instances of healing magic, firsthand experience would likely be entirely different.

(…I want to test it on someone soon…)

I discreetly scanned the area, wondering if there was a “suitable injured person” around.

Just then, the clinic door swung open violently, and two adventurers entered.

“Please… save my companion…!”

The male swordsman, his face filled with despair, carried a blood-soaked female mage in his arms.

(Looks like she was slashed by claws… probably a monster attack.)

The air filled with the stench of blood as the nurses moved swiftly.

“This is bad… prepare for a transfusion immediately!”
“Bring every potion we have!”

The female mage was laid on an examination table. The male swordsman held her hand tightly, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s okay now! We’re at a clinic in Heisenberg territory! There are plenty of skilled doctors here!”

“Thank… you…”

As this unfolded, three doctors gathered and immediately began using healing magic.

However—

“It’s no use. The bleeding is too severe…”
“We can’t keep up with regeneration or stitching…”
“This is… hopeless.”

Despite their desperate efforts, the female mage’s condition continued to deteriorate, and her magic power waned.

As the last flicker of life threatened to fade, she spoke in a trembling voice.

“I’m… sorry… for being… such a burden… again…”

“No, you’re wrong… none of this is your fault! This happened because I’m too weak!”

“I… can’t… keep our promise… after all…”

“Hey, no! Don’t say that! Please, don’t leave me… I’m begging you… answer me!”

The male swordsman called out repeatedly, but the female mage no longer responded.

A heavy silence filled the room as the doctors exchanged glances—and stopped their treatment.

Using healing magic required a vast amount of magical power.
To save as many injured people as possible, resources couldn’t be wasted on patients with no hope of survival.

It was a cruel but logical decision.

(Today’s my lucky day. A perfect subject has arrived.)

If this life was already lost, I might as well make use of it.

“Let me take a look.”

As I said this and approached the female mage, the male swordsman blocked my path.

“You’re the heir to the Heisenberg family, aren’t you?”

“And what of it?”

“You said, ‘let me take a look’—can you use healing magic?”

“Not yet. I’m still learning. But since a perfect practice subject has come along, I thought I’d make use of her.”

“Practice… subject…? Don’t mess with me…!”

The enraged swordsman grabbed me by the collar.

At that moment, the clinic was thrown into chaos again.

“Hey, what are you doing?!”

“Stop, you fool! That’s Lord Hollow!”

“Doing something like that will get you killed!?”

The doctors and nurses tried to calm the situation, but the male swordsman’s anger remained unbridled.

“You’re not a doctor or anything! Don’t touch her! She’s my precious comrade, not a noble’s toy!”

Tears streamed down his face as he poured out his emotions.

Grabbing the chest of the future heir, he shouted angrily—a reckless act that couldn’t possibly be forgiven.

However… his pure anger for the sake of his comrade.

That fiery passion—I kind of like it.

But for now, it’s a bit of a nuisance.

“Trash, remove that filthy hand of yours.”

With a clenched right fist, I lightly struck the swordsman in the solar plexus.

“Ka-hah!?”

He dropped to his knees and collapsed forward, twitching on the floor.

…Oops, maybe I went a bit too hard. Still, letting him rampage here would’ve been troublesome. Stay put for a while.

I left the male swordsman on the ground and turned to face the dying female mage.

(Now, the moment of truth.)

My first attempt at healing magic. The patient is a dying female mage.

To those watching, it probably seemed like a reckless act.

However, I was confident.

As the prodigy Hollow von Heisenberg, I knew I could heal injuries of this magnitude.

I was certain of it.

“Fuu…”

Exhaling lightly, I held my hand over the mage’s body.

Then—I broke down my own magic power into fine particles and infused them into her body.

(A skull fracture, cerebral contusion, broken sternum, right lung damage, shattered ribs, ruptured spleen… multiple other severe injuries.)

She’s been thoroughly beaten—barely clinging to life.

(All right, let’s begin.)

Closing my eyes, I activated my healing magic.

First, regeneration.

I transformed my magic into a form compatible with hers, creating new cells, organs, and bones to replace what was missing.

Next, suturing.

I reshaped my magic into thread-like strands, reconnecting her muscles and nerves.

(…I see, I’m getting the hang of it.)

Healing magic is all about speed.

Grasping the essentials of regeneration and suturing, I honed my senses and completed the treatment in one swift motion.

At that moment, the doctors behind me gasped in astonishment.

“S-So fast!? What a regeneration speed! And his mana synchronization is perfect!?”

“Such precise magic control…!”

“Look at the thinness of the magic threads! They’re practically invisible!”

“Wait a second, is he performing ‘regeneration’ and ‘suturing’ simultaneously!?”

“This isn’t human skill anymore. It’s divine technique!”

I deftly regenerated here, swiftly sutured there—and completed the treatment in about ten seconds.

“Hmm, I suppose this will do.”

My first attempt at healing magic was a success.

The female mage’s complexion had greatly improved, and her breathing was steady.

She’d likely regain consciousness in about an hour.

(But… this is still too slow.)

Taking ten seconds for this level of treatment won’t suffice.

In battle scenarios, I’d need to aim for complete recovery in under a second.

(Well, it was my first time. I’ll improve with practice.)

As I held a one-person reflection meeting,

“Did… Did she survive…?”

The male swordsman, recovering from his abdominal blow, stumbled toward the mage.

“Of course. Do you think I’d fail, even if it were just practice?”

“Th-Thank you so much…! I don’t know how to express my gratitude…”

He bowed deeply.

“Your name?”

“I-I’m B-rank adventurer Galius Brown!”

“Galius, you dared to grab my collar. You’ve made your resolve, haven’t you?”

“Yes… I’m prepared to accept any punishment for my disrespect toward you, Lord Hollow.”

“Good resolve. Then, I’ll pronounce judgment.”

The laws of the Heisenberg domain were notoriously strict.

Disrespect or violence toward the lord’s son could never be forgiven.

The clinic fell silent as everyone waited for Galius’s fate.

“I, Hollow von Heisenberg, command this: You shall become stronger.”

“…Huh?”

Galius froze in confusion.

“That female mage is precious to you, isn’t she? If so, become stronger and protect her properly. Don’t disgrace yourself like this again. Understood?”

“Y-Yes…! I’m truly sorry for my actions earlier. Thank you so much…!”

He bowed repeatedly, apologizing and expressing his gratitude.

“Hey, wasn’t Lord Hollow supposed to be a notorious delinquent?”

“Yeah, but that was an incredibly noble judgment…”

“Such depth of character—he’s truly worthy of being the next head of the family!”

The people around me showered me with praise.

Good, good. I’ve earned some favor points!

If the domain’s approval rating falls below a certain level, it triggers the “Burned Mansion End.”

Earning points like this every now and then is crucial.

(Still, these adventurers have great timing.)

I got to test my healing magic and naturally boost my approval rating.

Truly, you’re wonderful. I almost feel like giving you a gift.

As I nodded in satisfaction, an elderly man, likely the clinic director, approached me.

“My, my, I’m astonished. To think Lord Hollow is skilled in healing magic…”

“What are you saying? Today was my first time.”

“…What?”

“I just copied what I saw from your techniques. How was it? Not bad, right?”

“Not bad? More like divine! (To mimic at such a level…!?)”

“Don’t exaggerate.”

With that, I began walking toward the exit.

“Send anyone you can’t handle here to my mansion. I might treat them occasionally.”

“Th-Thank you very much!”

And so, having acquired the new power of healing magic,

(Now, next up… the ‘Garzak Underground Prison.’)

I immediately began preparing for the next event.