It Wasn’t Healing, It Was Training Magic

Zick is a 17-year-old boy, the owner of the body I’ve possessed.
He grew up as the precious only son of a minor local noble family.
In the original story, he later provides great help to the protagonist’s group with his miraculous healing ability.

An ability that can heal anything as long as there’s a breath of life left.
No one else possessed such magic.

If there was one regrettable thing, it was that he appeared late in the story.

If he had appeared earlier, my favorite character wouldn’t have died so miserably.
This was a slight regret I felt when thinking about this character.

‘Why did he appear so late? Was he unable to use his ability?’

It was a question.
Did he discover his innate magic late?

The moment I realized I had possessed Zick after the reincarnation,
the first thing I did was to verify the ability.

Fortunately, there was a servant who had cut his hand during work and was bleeding profusely, so it was good for testing.
I chanted while imagining the wound healing.

“Heal—”
“…Healing magic?! Such a precious thing… Th-thank you.”

As soon as I used the innate magic, the torn wound had returned to smooth skin as if nothing had happened.
Its performance was beyond imagination.

‘Oh… magic!!’

I couldn’t believe I had done this with my own hands.
I knew it in my head, but seeing it in reality made my heart race.

Admiration for magic.

It was a personal dream I had.
I was happy that this dream had come true, even in this way.

Anyway, judging from this, it seems like the innate magic could have been used from a young age.
There must be another reason why he appeared late in the story.

And I would find the cause in the near future.
That evening, during dinner time when the whole family was gathered.
A thunderbolt-like declaration fell from my mother’s lips.

“Get married, Zick.”

A sudden bombshell announcement.
My mother’s expression, having already firmly made up her mind, was resolute.

“Your partner is Brook Viscount, who rules this region. He has designated you as his third concubine. Although you’ll only be a concubine, it’s a noble family with territory, so you’ll be very well-off.”
“What?”
“There’s nothing to worry about. You just need to go with your body, understand? If you become the Viscount’s concubine, you’ll be able to eat all the delicious sweets you like, Zick. You won’t have to struggle… and…”

As I stared blankly at my mother in bewilderment,
she continued her persuasion kindly.
She seemed to think I had frozen up from tension.

“Isn’t it best for a man to find a wealthy wife and live quietly?”

That’s right.

This is a gender-reversed world with common sense different from the previous world.
In this world, women are born with overwhelming talent in all aspects – strength, magic – compared to men.
Therefore, it was natural for power to be focused on women.

Men are just tools for sowing seeds.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Currently, Zick’s family is a noble household in name only.
It was an insignificant family with no land to rule and no power.

That’s why they say it’s a decision made with concern for the future of their only son.
Along with such persuasion, she took out a photo and handed it to me.

“Take a look. Her sturdy build will seem reassuring.”

Sturdy? The woman in the photo was fat.
Literally enormously big.
Everything – face, arms, legs – was all huge.

Especially her expression looked stubborn, extremely vicious.

Although I hadn’t met her yet,
I’m certain this is what an orc would look like if they existed in reality.

‘I’m supposed to marry an ajumma like this?’

I can’t do that.
This is a fantasy world where I can use the magic I’ve dreamed of.
There are still many things I want to see and do.

“Of course, our Zick will listen to mom, right? Let’s do as mom says, just like you always have?”

My mother’s determined gaze followed.
At that moment, I remembered.

It was such a trivial setting that I didn’t recall it immediately,
but Zick had an absurd setting.

When he appeared, Zick was a widower.
He was a divorced man who had lost his wife.

‘Shit.’

That night, I made a decision.

“I’m running away.”

To escape from this house.

Perhaps because I received all of Zick’s memories when possessing his body.
The moment I decided to leave my parents and leave the house, I felt a sense of resistance.
Should I say I felt a sense of guilt, as if I shouldn’t do this.

‘But that orc woman…’

However, I felt a threat to my chastity.
Even if I tried to keep my loyalty to my parents, my own life came first.
Especially the additional explicit expressions my mother added erased any lingering attachments I might have had.

“If you’re worried about the relationship between man and woman, don’t worry. You just need to lie still, and the Viscount will take care of everything. I hear Brook Viscount is insatiable, hohoho.”

In the past, Zick obeyed whatever his mother said.
Like a doll without any will of its own.

So she seemed to speak without hesitation.
But after hearing such nonsense, I couldn’t just sit still.
I spent the whole night pondering how I could escape.

And the next day, I carefully observed the atmosphere.

The house was busy.
It was because news had come that Brook Viscount would soon visit to meet me.

‘I must leave before then.’

Although I knew this fact, it didn’t look easy.
There were too many eyes watching me.

In the corridor, servants were moving busily in an orderly manner.
Moreover, I was surrounded by servants under the pretext of preparing to welcome the Viscount.

They were applying makeup.
The reason was that I should look as good as possible as the position of meeting a fiancée.

“Your makeup looks very beautiful. Indeed, since your base is cute… hehehe, how about this kind of outfit? The Viscount will surely like it too. I heard he likes this type of clothes… Oh, it suits you very well indeed. Thanks to this, you’ll be loved abundantly.”

I was made to wear a piece of cloth that exposed my shoulders and didn’t cover my back.

“How about this kind of underwear? This is popular among men these days… They say it’s very good for marital relations, it’s specially procured underwear.”

I was recommended strange underwear that emphasized the crotch.

“Women get excited by men’s sobbing cries and moans. Practicing once might be helpful for your future, young master. Hohoho.”

I even received incomprehensible sexual harassment.
Especially since my mother had ordered me to wait quietly in the room, everyone was watching me from all sides.

“Young master, it’s the mistress’s order not to leave the room.”

Whenever I tried to move secretly, everyone restrained me.

‘Is there really no way out?’

“Haah…”

I sighed heavily as if the sky was falling.
Then, the only servant left in the room carefully approached.

She was one of Zick’s personal servants, a girl who looked about 18 years old.
Usually in charge of housework, but also good at combat, so she doubles as a guard knight.
If my memory is correct, she was the servant I used as a test subject for healing magic last time.

Is it because I’m scheduled to meet a monster like a giant toad? Or an orc?
Looking at her face and figure, I felt my eyes and heart being purified.
Although her eyes looked sharp, they were very large, making her cute.

The servant asked with a worried face.

“Young master, are you uncomfortable somewhere? Your expression looks very dark.”
“It’s nothing.”

I held back my words.
I couldn’t honestly say that I want to escape from here right now.
Although she’s my personal servant, she’s still someone employed by my mother.

I couldn’t trust her.

In fact, there are no allies in this house.
It was because Zick originally had no popularity due to being quiet.

“…”
“Young master! Whatever it is, I’ll help you with anything if needed. Please trust me just once!”

As I remained silent, the servant appealed by hitting her own chest hard.

It was such a strong appeal that her enormous breasts bounced.
With this level of enormity, it even conveys a persuasiveness that makes me think I should acknowledge it.
“…Even if I say I want to escape from here?”
“O-Of course!”

The servant solemnly answered to the words I threw lightly as a joke.
Maybe there’s a way out?

Emilia, Zick’s personal servant.
She had been by Zick’s side for a long time, at least 3 years.

“Yawn…”

It was boring.
The workplace is in the countryside.
This Barbar Baron’s house was a powerless noble family in name only.

They don’t have much property, so the salary is low.
She wanted to leave this place quickly.
However, knowing that the experience of working in this noble house would be helpful for her future, she endured steadfastly.

The master she serves is a foolish guy.
He’s so timid that he’s holed up in the house and apologizes first regardless of right or wrong.
He might as well be mute.

‘And a pushover.’

In fact, I know he’s treated as a stupid pushover among his peers.
The only good thing is that his face is fairly handsome?
At least in this surrounding territory, I’ve never seen such a handsome face.

Is it because of that?

According to rumors, he’s going to be sold to Viscount Brook soon, which is a good thing.
Being a stud horse for breeding would be a good life for him, even if it’s just that.
Even if it means becoming the third concubine.

‘Sigh, my fate.’

Emilia herself thought that she was destined to become a sword master who would reach the peak with a sword someday.
She felt sorry for her current situation, killing time by Zick’s side.

That was until she saw Zick’s amazing power.

“Ouch.”

She cut her finger carelessly while cleaning.
Although blood was flowing due to the deep cut, it wasn’t too bothersome.

A woman should endure this level of injury with willpower.
But at that moment, Zick approached.

Unlike usual, his face wasn’t full of worry.
It was an innocent look full of curiosity.

He grabbed her blood-covered hand and muttered something.

“Heal—”

‘Healing magic…?!’

Emilia doubted her own eyes.
Is what she just saw really true?
That precious healing magic?

She knew that healing magic was so precious that it’s managed by the state,
so why is the young master using it so casually?

“Ugh…”

Emilia unconsciously let out a moan.
It was because she felt weak due to the strange feeling from Zick that felt good.

‘I want to feel more…!!’

But that time was fleeting.
The wound on her finger healed quickly.
Confirming that her finger was fine, Emilia expressed her gratitude with a trembling voice.

“…Healing magic?! Such a precious thing… Th-thank you.”

She even stuttered from surprise.
Emilia worried that Zick might think of her as a stuttering idiot.

Usually, she wouldn’t care about such an idiot, but why now?
She’s confused about herself.

That concern was brief.
Zick nodded indifferently and left the place.

It was from then on.
That Zick started to bother her strangely.

When eating, washing, and falling asleep.
Zick kept lingering in her mind.

‘Why am I bothered?’

Whatever she thinks about, it becomes associated with Zick.

Has she been hypnotized?
His evaluation changed instantly.
It feels like she’s captivated by him.

Even when she thinks this self of hers is strange, she eventually considers it natural.

Emilia is Zick Barbar’s servant.
Serving him was extremely natural.

The scary point is that all of this happened without Emilia herself being aware of it.

Time passed and the next day.
Zick was scheduled to meet with Viscount Brook.

“Haah…”

Zick’s sigh echoed in the chilly room as he waited for Viscount Brook.
Hearing that sound, Emilia felt her heart sink.
Her chest feels tightly bound.

She didn’t want to see Zick looking sad.
That thought filled her head.
So she approached him.

And she appealed.

“Young master! Whatever it is, I’ll help you with anything if needed. Please trust me just once!”

To use her like a tool.

“…Even if I say I want to escape from here?”
“O-Of course!”

Did the appeal work? Unlike earlier, Zick asked with a face full of vitality.
And the moment she saw Zick smiling satisfactorily after hearing Emilia’s answer.

‘Hah.’

She felt a tingle in her lower abdomen.
It was a pleasure that felt addictive.