The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic (Web Novel)
Vol. 1 Ch. 10 Table of contents

This time, from a perspective other than the protagonist's.

In a region far removed from the Kingdom of Lingle, enveloped by black clouds, stands a sinister castle towering ominously.

"......Hmm."

The lord of the castle, a handsome man, sits in a chair adorned with elaborate decorations. The decor around him, dim and aged, resembles a throne.

Before him kneels a tall, red-haired woman, her appearance hardly human with brown skin, shoulder-length red hair, a well-groomed face, and notably, a twisted horn on her head.

The man slowly opens his mouth to the red-haired woman, who appears to be his subject.

"How is the invasion of the Lingle Kingdom progressing?"

"All is well. We are currently organizing our troops and steadily preparing for the invasion, and we will soon be ready to begin our advance."

The subject-like woman responds calmly, not angered by the man's arrogant demeanor.

"I see... That's good. Dismissed."

"Yes."

The woman, bowing respectfully, obeys the man's order and leaves the room. After leaving, she exhales as if relieved from tension.

"Ah... Conversations with the Demon King always leave me breathless."

"Really? For you, the commander of the Third Army, to say such a thing..."

"...Hürürk?"

From behind the woman, who had just vented her frustrations, Hürürk, a man with sheep-like horns on his head, speaks up in a broken tone.

"It's fine. The Demon King is a generous man; he wouldn't mind my lack of respect as much as you think. And what about you, Doctor Demon?"

"Don't call me by such a strange name. We're of the same rank, so just Hürürk is fine."

"Hmm..."

Hürürk scratches his head, seemingly troubled by the woman who walks away unconcerned.

"Haha, to answer your earlier question... The prototype of the magic monster has been completed."

"Oh, how did it turn out?"

"Powerful venom, a large body with sharp fangs, and beauty that transcends the boundaries of living creatures..."

"What's its name?"

"Magic Monster Prototype No. 72, Barginak! It's my masterpiece!"

"Hmm? Isn't that the same name as the No. 71 you mentioned before? What happened to that one?"

When the woman questions Hürürk's statement, he squirms and sits down on the spot, avoiding eye contact.

"Ah, that one. It was splendidly repelled by the legion commander of that country during our last march on the Lingle Kingdom... and that's it. My state of mind at that time was as if I had lost my child."

"Legion Commander Sigurd, huh? With his ability, he could indeed repel it."

What comes to the woman's mind is the image of a knight, wielding a fierce sword engulfed in flames, cutting down his enemies.

"But there was a group more troublesome than him in the last battle."

"Ah, as a technician, I don't know much about it, but do you mean the 'kidnappers'?"

"Yes, those guys. Soldiers who are on the battlefield but don't fight. How much trouble they caused us in the last fight..."

Recalling the army's march to the Lingle Kingdom, the woman's expression turns bitter. The failure of the previous invasion operation deeply wounded her pride.

Noticing her grim expression, Hürürk, with a look of curiosity, poses a question to the woman.

"Well, why don't we just take them down first?"

"It's impossible. They are extraordinarily stubborn. Besides, their movement, even when carrying injured people, is hardly different from normal. And their leader..."

"Who's the leader?"

"..."

Seeing the woman frowning and clenching her teeth, Hürürk wonders what the deal is with the leader. Ignoring his thoughts, the woman spontaneously begins to explain.

"Their leader is a practitioner of healing magic."

"I see, so he heals the injured brought by his subordinates in a safe place..."

"That's the job of his subordinates. He himself goes out onto the battlefield and heals injuries on the spot... The infuriating part is that no matter how much he is attacked, he seems almost immortal, instantly healing wounds and fatigue. Such healing speed is impossible with ordinary healing magic. At its core, it's a rare and inconspicuous magic called healing magic. That's what keeps him in peak physical condition."

"If used in that way, a normal human body couldn't possibly endure it."

Hürürk, also known as Doctor Demon, is well-informed about human anatomy since humans are included in his research subjects. From what she said, it's clear that no average human could endure the pain of muscle tissue, bones, and internal organs when exerting abilities beyond human limits.

"Enduring it is the problem. Before the Demon King was resurrected, he survived a deadly fight with my master, losing only his right eye. He's a monster."

"The First Army... So, he's a monster, huh? But you knew that, didn't you?"

"I don't know, not at all."

Hürürk sighs at the woman's firm denial.

"Surviving a fight with your master... He must be quite skilled."

"Heh, the newcomers in my unit don't believe my stories much, but they'll experience it thoroughly in the next invasion operation."

"You're saying that, but..."

"But I, myself, in the next invasion operation... will avenge my master's regrets... I will... defeat Rose."

"Your master is still alive, though," Hürürk casually mentions as the woman turns her gaze towards the direction of the Lingle Kingdom.

"I swear on my name, Amira Bergret!"

"Your role this time is to command the troops, so you can't go to the front line... right?"

"Oh..."

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