Chapter 9: 100% Pure Natural

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Translator: Soafp

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“Pain, pain, pain.”

“Good morning, Ask. It seems you had quite a lot of fun last night, didn't you?”

The next day.

I thought I would be walking to school with Christina again and receiving cold stares from all the nobles, but today, Nee-san was waiting in front of the boys' dorm.

Then, the moment we met—an iron claw.

Nee-san's fingers dug into my face with a crunching sound. It hurt like hell.

“They say some suspicious man calling himself ‘Mysterious Heal Man' broke into a treatment clinic late at night, knocked out the guards, and healed every injured or sick person he could find. After that, he treated random people he passed on the street, and even stormed into the Adventurers Guild to heal the wounded… People are calling him a ‘serial healer' and laughing about it over drinks.”

“I'm innocent. Definitely a copycat. So can you please stop clawing my face?”

“It makes me sad that you'd lie to your Onee-chan. Maybe I should just peel off your face and put it in a frame to decorate my room. Oh, don't worry. I'll heal your face with my magic afterward.”

“That's pretty deranged. Though it kind of suits y— ow ow ow ow!”

“…Honestly, good grief.”

Nee-san sighed and finally released me.

“Ask, this is serious advice. Your desire to keep the people around you healthy and living long lives—that's very noble. But your methods will definitely earn you enemies.”

“Enemies?”

“Yes. For example, healing mages. If the injured disappear and no patients come to the clinics, they'll lose their jobs. And that's just one example. Many inconveniences are bound to happen. No—things are probably already happening without you knowing.”

“…Well, that's true.”

I'm not that stupid.

Of course I considered that someone might be harmed by what I'm doing.

And after that consideration, I reached one conclusion.

“I genuinely don't care.”

“…What did you just say?”

“Nee-san. I'm way more selfish than you think.”

Other people's losses? Not my problem.

“I just want the people within my reach to live long and stay healthy. I'm not interested in anything beyond that.”

“That will only earn you more enemies.”

“Like I said, I don't care. There are only three types of people in this world as far as I'm concerned. Healthy people, injured people, and sick people… There's no enemy or ally in that.”

“…That's an incredibly arrogant, inhuman way of thinking. A born abnormality.”

“Calling me abnormal is harsh, don't you think?”

“Your mindset will someday get you killed, you know?”

“That doesn't interest me either.”

I mean, I already died once.

Another two or three deaths? Totally fine. No need to fuss over details.

“Well, healing criminals and leaving them alone would be a problem, so those types I'd hand over to the authorities after treating them.”

“So you do have some ethics… Haa, fine. I feel like I understand you a little better now. And with that in mind, I want to say one thing.”

“What?”

“No matter what happens, I am always on your side. Just as you won't bend your ideals, I also have something I won't bend—protecting you. If anything troubles you, even something small, tell your Onee-chan. Anything that gets in your way, I'll remove as much as I can.”

That's reassuring.

“But really, be careful. Princess Christina is starting a full-scale investigation within the academy to identify you.”

“Scary how persistent she is.”

“I'll try to cover it up as best I can, but first-years start proper classes today, so don't cause too much trouble and make things harder for me, okay?”

As expected of my sister—reliable as ever.

But there's something I really need to tell her.

“By the way, Nee-san.”

“What?”

“I won't say what exactly, but… don't you think you're stuffing too much?”

“…I don't know what you're talking about.”

“The pads, obviously.”

Ah, she looked away.

“I'm not using pads. This is 100% natural.”

“It's not ‘natural,' it's unnatural.”

I know it's tactless and not something you're supposed to say to a teenage girl who's sensitive about her chest size, and I know it’s rude…

But still.

I can't watch this anymore.

She's stuffing so much that it's obvious she's stuffing.

Everything has limits.

“It's not like you're small, Nee-san. You don't need to stuff that much.”

“…But don't boys like bigger ones?”

Boys? …Wait.

Could it be she likes someone? And that guy prefers big br**sts?

Possible. Very possible.

But Nee-san.

A flat-chest trick is liked by people who like flat chests. But for guys who like big ones, realizing it's fake just leads to disappointment.

As her little brother, I must stop her before she gets hurt!!

“People have preferences, you know? But I think the natural you is best.”

She's only sixteen, after all.

She has plenty of time to grow. There's no need to turn herself into a deception.

“I don't know what we're talking about anymore, but if you insist that much, I'll do as you say. …By the way, Ask, what do you prefer?”

“I'm into big br**sts. The bigger the better.”

“Clench your teeth.”

The next moment, my sister smiled sweetly—and her fist exploded against my face.

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“H-hey, are you okay? Your face looks kinda… dented.”

“Don't worry about it, Gal.”

“It's impossible not to worry…”

A lot happened this morning, but I managed to make it to the classroom and prepare for class.

The teacher entered a little late.

“Alright. Up until yesterday we introduced the academy's facilities, but starting today we begin proper lessons. The magic academy is not only for learning magic, but also for learning how to conduct oneself as a noble. Do not cause trouble.”

And so class began.

To be blunt, it was all stuff I already knew—how to control mana, chant spells, the basics.

Because the Medicus family drills healing magic knowledge into you from early childhood, our foundational magic knowledge is ahead of most nobles.

The academy itself exists mainly to prevent high-mana nobles from accidentally causing magic disasters.

First-years thoroughly study the basics, second-years learn applied and advanced magic, and third-years take classes involving real combat.

That's the long explanation.

In short: boring.

The more you reinforce the basics the better, and reviewing knowledge is fun in its own way.

But repeating the same thing gets dull.

Also, sitting near the back by the window makes the sunlight warm and pleasant, so I got sleepy.

“—hey. Hey, Ask.”

“Mmm… huh? Gal? Class?”

“It ended ages ago. How do you even fall asleep while sitting perfectly straight?”

Looks like I accidentally nodded off.

“Sleeping on the first day is definitely gonna get the teacher's attention, you know.”

“Whoops. …Well, everyone makes mistakes. Hopefully they forgive me with a generous heart.”

As I chatted with Gal and prepared for the next class—

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open.

I turned to look, wondering what happened, and there stood Duke Arnal's son, leading a bunch of underlings.

“Is Ask Medicus in this classroom?”

Yep, more trouble. Let's ignore it.

Classmates still don't know each other's faces anyway—if I stay quiet, they won't find me.