「Alec, may I? I’m coming in.」
「…Fueh?」
While I was dozing under the blanket, I thought I heard someone call me.
When I lazily turned my eyes toward the door, I saw that a long-haired beauty had already opened it and was striding right up to my bedside.
「Eh…?」
「I heard you fell ill.」
「Uh, ah…」
My mind gradually caught up. This was my room, I was lying in bed…
And the person standing before me was none other than the beautiful doctor, Jisrare-san.
「Couldn’t you at least wait until I answered first…?」
「Ah, sorry.」
Without looking the least bit guilty, Jisrare-san sat herself down on a chair in my room.
Jisrare-san had long silver hair and sharp, refined features.
Because she rarely showed much emotion and spoke in a clipped tone, she was often misunderstood. In truth, she was kind and considerate, even to children, a genuinely caring doctor. A beautiful doctor.
Personally, if one is to be called a “beautiful doctor”, I feel they should wear a white coat and glasses…
Unfortunately, Jisrare-san had neither. She dressed like any ordinary villager, without a hint of “doctor” about her. A bit of a letdown, really.
「Anyway, good morning.」
「Good morning.」
I sat up and greeted Jisrare-san.
Still, between Mother, Relina-chan, and now Jisrare-san… why does everyone enter my room without permission? Well, it’s fine. It’s not like I’m doing anything I’d be embarrassed to have seen.
「So, you fell ill?」
「Ah, yes. About three days ago I started feeling unwell, and I had a feve…」
「That explanation isn’t necessary, 『Cure』.」
Just as I began to describe my condition, Jisrare-san cut me off by raising her hand and chanting a spell.
The moment she spoke, a pale light radiated from her palm.
When that light enveloped me, all the fatigue, feverishness, and dull aches I had felt up to now vanished completely. In fact, I was shocked to realize just how much damage my body had actually been under.
「Ahh…」
「How do you feel?」
「…Eh? Ah, yes. I feel so much lighter… No, I think I’m completely healed. Thank you very much.」
「Then why does Alec always look dissatisfied afterward? It worries me, so please stop.」
「…………」
Perhaps because of my past life, whenever Jisrare-san treats me, I automatically start giving her a detailed account of my symptoms.
And every single time, she cuts me off and cures me on the spot. That same exchange has happened again and again.
I just can’t get used to a doctor who doesn’t listen to the patient at all.
The moment I’m about to think, 『What kind of doctor is this!? Is this really okay…?』 the illness is already completely cured.…That emotional whiplash leaves me bewildered every time.
「I’m sorry. It’s just that the speed of it all caught me off guard, 」
「That’s not what your face looked like.」
Jisrare-san twirled a strand of her hair with a faintly displeased expression.
…Now that I thought about it, the first time I saw her I wondered if long, loose hair might get in the way during treatment. …Completely unfounded, as it turned out.
There are still parts I can’t quite get used to. The medicine and healing here are far too different from what I knew. Honestly, I’m not even sure calling this “medicine” is correct.
Sure, I get cured in the end, but for example, if I ask Jisrare-san 『So, what illness was it?』 she almost always answers with a flat 『Don’t know.』 …Yeah, that doesn’t sound much like medicine to me.
Maybe that unease always shows on my face, because after every treatment I end up looking dissatisfied.
「No, really, I’m sorry. And thank you. Thanks to you, I’m completely fine now.」
It must feel awful for a doctor to see her patient looking displeased right after she healed them. I needed to apologize sincerely, and above all, show gratitude.
「As expected, your magic is incredible. It was over in an instant, I mean, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call your treatment something beyond humanity… practically divine. A true god hand, really.」
「…Haa.」
Jisrare-san sighed and gave me a look of exasperation. Being stared at that way by a sharp-eyed beauty of a doctor made my heart pound. I felt like I was on the verge of awakening to something dangerous.
――Incidentally, this same exchange happens every single time. And every single time, I nearly open a new and very questionable door.
Next chapter: Illness of the Heart Cannot Be Cured
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