CHAPTER 3 – RC AND HER MASTER
rc’s Master Rousseaurumu1 was the oldest elf in the village.
She was said to be so old that it was unusual for elves. She seems to have witnessed a country’s ascent to greatness and subsequent decline.
As a result, Rousseaurumu’s2 understanding of magic, alchemy, and other subjects was above normal.
At the age of eight, rc, who knew nothing except swordsmanship, had succeeded in becoming her disciple.
When it ca to swordsmanship, she was able to train herself since she still recalled the ti when she was known as the strongest swordsman. However, when it ca to magic or alchemy she was a total amateur. She had thought that if she were to study them, she should begin at square one and with a decent teacher.
But there had been just one problem. Rousseaurumu had only taught rc about alchemy and nothing about magic or healing. Each day, rc spent learning about different herbs and their applications. She was also advised not to use magic on her own. Which was truly vexing for her.
“Master! Isn’t it about ti you teach Healing?”
rc inquired after arriving at Rousseaurumu’s residence and being assigned the chore of making dicine. Despite the fact that she had been her disciple for three years, she was still assigned nial tasks and felt as if her valuable training ti was being wasted.
As a result, before coming here today, rc had resolved to question her Master as soon as she was given her daily assignnt.
“Healing? It’s still early for you.”
“You always say that! I want to be a full-fledged Healer and help as many people as I can. It’s not like I plan on becoming an Alchemist.”
rc used to be a swordsman, slaying monsters and evil humans in her previous life. Even though she had done it to stay alive, she still felt compelled to repent.
Every day had been spent killing, killing, and killing so more, with no hopes or goals in sight. And before she knew it, she had risen to the position of the strongest swordsman. Her existence amounted to nothing more than killing others.
That’s why, now that she had the ability to use magic, she wanted to utilize it to help others.
It wasn’t as if she was looking down on Alchemists. After all, they were the first individuals to who ordinary people or the destitute would turn for help. It’s no exaggeration to state that Alchemists saved many lives.
However, now that she could use magic, she’d rather beco one of those Healers who were fad for saving a large number of people.
As soon as Rousseaurumu heard rc’s request, she placed her hand on her face. And after letting out a short sigh she looked straight at rc.
“Ahh. Listen here, rc. Have you ever seen use Healing on anyone up until now?”
“Huh? Co to think of it… You haven’t.”
After being told, rc realized that she had never seen Rousseaurumu use Healing on anyone before.
When an ill or injured person ca to see her, Rousseaurumu would simply prepare so dicine for them and would never utilize Healing.
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rc, on the other hand, believed that rather than having patients take regular doses of dicine over ti, it would be quicker to simply use Healing to treat them imdiately.
“People build resistance to Healing. The more you use it, the less effective it becos. If you use it recklessly on little scrapes or fractures that will heal on their own, you’ll find yourself in trouble when faced with situations when you’ll really need it.”
“However, as long as they haven’t built a strong resistance to it, there won’t be a problem. And I don’t believe there are that many people with diseases or wounds who would require Healing to be applied repeatedly on them.”
“You might be right. However, you may also be wrong. Furthermore, rather than relying on your intuition, knowing the symptoms, as well as the type of dicine the patient is taking, makes it easier to determine which Healing spell to employ.
“Huh? But, Mr. Rezon told that one could use Healing despite not knowing anything about dicine.”
As soon as the na of the village’s most touted Healer was ntioned, rc’s Master furrowed her brows.
“… Well, he’s not wrong. Many Healers stroll the roads without knowing anything about dicine. That is how the majority of the young ones are.”
Rousseaurumu replied somberly, closing her eyes and shaking her head.
“However, Healing is not sothing that should be used irresponsibly. Sotis Healing can even kill the Healer himself. That’s why, unless you’re dealing with a life-threatening illness or wound, it’s advisable to get into the habit of using the dicine.”
“… Kill the Healer? Why would the one using Healing die?”
There were instances when a person could die if he was not treated on ti. However, this would only happen to the person receiving the spell, not the person performing it. The caster would at most have his Mana depleted.
There was no danger to the caster’s life.
“… I spoke too much. In any case, I have no plans to teach you Healing at this ti. Now hurry up and make the dicine I told you about. You rember right? Use the plants in the garden to make a Blood-Stopping dicine.”
“But…”
rc still had a lot of questions, and she wasn’t thrilled about not hearing all about Healing.
However, if she pushed any further Rousseaurumu would get angry. Above all, she was enthusiastic about the Blood-Stopping dicine.
For today, rc gave up on being a Healer and braced herself to produce dicine.
“Master! How do you make the Blood-Stopping dicine?”
“It’s quite simple. Make the most of what you’ve learned so far to make it by the end of the day and then bring it to . If you can’t, you’ll be expelled.”
“… Understood.”
Rousseaurumu’s approach could be considered harsh, but that was how she taught. rc had beco accustod to hearing those words day after day.
In other words, she only had to make the dicine and bring it before the end of the day. Rousseaurumu believed that rc had the necessary knowledge to achieve that.
Although she was a harsh Master, she never gave her any unreasonable tasks.
“Master, do you use Chio Leaves in the Blood-Stopping dicine?”
“Hmm… Why do you ask?”
“You previously inford that consuming Chio Leaves through the mouth had a detrintal impact on the body. However, you also stated that they cause blood to coagulate.”
“You rembered? That’s right, that’s why you can’t make liquid dicine with them.”
Her Master stated this while smiling slyly at her, but rc rely shook her head.
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“I wasn’t planning on that. Considering its use, the Blood-Stopping dicine isn’t a liquid but rather a cream. There should be no problems as long as the Chio Leaves aren’t taken through the mouth.”
“Hmph. Nicely done. You’re right. The Blood-Stopping dicine uses Chio Leaves. Now all you have to do is figure out how to make it.”
“Okay!”
Despite her severe deanor, Rousseaurumu would always give rc a hint. If what rc was thinking was false, she would tell her so and steer her to the correct ingredients.
However, it also suggested that rc shouldn’t expect any further hints. She’d have to use all of her knowledge to sort it out from now on.
“I’m heading for the garden!”
“Make sure to show the dicine before you try it. You won’t get away unscathed if you make sothing poisonous and sar it on a wound.”
“Okay!”
Half of the day was still ahead of rc. She’d have to finish the Blood-Stopping dicine before then.
Robinxen: I’m so sorry translator-san this must have given you a stroke. Please accept our readerships heartfelt pity. Robinxen: Actually I take that back, this woman’s na was definitely ant to be Rosemary, wasn’t it? Readers what do you think? I think translator-san might be weak with nas. But then again she’s an elf so maybe the fantasy spin fits? Or maybe I’m the one that’s horrendously wrong and translator-san did their best with gibberish.
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