The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

The head maid prepared herself to greet her lord at dawn.

The royal family, granted the emperor’s approval, is a higher race, not just ordinary humans.

When a member of the royal family takes a step, an entourage of numerous vassals prepared solely for that individual must move in unison.

Knights, secretaries, attendants, and the attending physician.

There are over twenty members of the royal family that the current emperor has brought into the imperial fold.

The specialized personnel needed to serve them far exceeds even that number by several dozens.

The imperial knights boast the empire’s finest skills, and the inner palace, where the attending physician and faction healers are gathered, showcases formidable strength and authority.

Among the emperor’s relatives, the successor holds a particularly special status. The factions within the imperial family are naturally divided under the successor’s name, such as First Prince’s Faction and First Princess’s Faction.

Acella was the youngest among the successors, but she was steadily building her own power since her time in the knights.

The absence of an attending physician was due to a special reason.

The head maid, who had cared for Acella since childhood, knew well why.

Healers had been unable to endure Acella’s magical power and had fallen away.

“No matter how much the Gothberg clan is known for its healers, it would be of no help to the princess if they select only the second-rate ones.”

Moreover, for some reason, Acella secretly seemed to prefer that reckless one being chosen.

When the head maid heard the rumors about it, it was a mystery how Acella, who had hated engagement so much, underwent such a change of heart.

“I must supervise to ensure the exam runs smoothly, for the princess’s sake.”

She had received an important mission. The head maid was resolved not to blink even once during today’s practical exam.

With that thought in mind, she waited in front of the East Wing on the first floor, where Acella was staying.

It was fundamental for a maid to guard the door before her lord awoke.

With a strong sense of duty, she had never been late even once in the eleven years she had served as Acella’s maid.

When Acella arose, bathing, changing, and setting her appearance were all her responsibilities.

But then, bang!

There was a dull sound of something falling from inside Acella’s room.

Realizing something was wrong, she boldly opened Acella’s door immediately.

“Your Highness, I beg your pardon.”

As expected, Acella was lying on the floor, having fallen from her bed.

Cold sweat was dripping from her forehead as she clutched her abdomen. Her half-open eyes retained a blank expression, but her breath was labored.

“Your Highness!”

The head maid hurried to her with caution, attempting to touch her.

As she tried to lift Acella, Acella curled up like a turtle. It was a sign of rejection. Moving carelessly would only worsen the pain.

In the end, the head maid had no choice but to hold Acella’s head to make her feel a bit more comfortable.

“Not again…”

This had happened occasionally since Acella’s childhood.

Acella lived with constant abdominal pain.

They said she was a prodigy of magical “talent,” but the head maid didn’t have the slightest idea what that felt like.

Sometimes, when the pain intensified overnight, Acella would wake up and remain in that state until morning.

Seeing Acella, unable to utter a word and rolling on the floor, made it clear how immense the pain must be.

What the head maid found most pitiful was that Acella had never screamed even once.

Thus, the head maid couldn’t gauge Acella’s condition until morning.

“When, exactly…?”

Many healers had tried to alleviate Acella’s pain, but all efforts had been in vain.

Thus, Acella had been without an attending physician until now.

“Recently, the occurrences have increased.”

The head maid also understood why Acella’s speech had become so aggressive.

A fourteen-year-old girl living in constant pain would undoubtedly become irritated.

Even her mother, Empress Camilla, thought that having talent was a given and merely expected Acella to endure.

The head maid was frustrated, feeling helpless watching this situation.

Hence, she had high expectations for the selection of the new attending physician.

She hoped for a skilled healer who could cure Acella to be appointed as the attending physician.

“But if that reckless one gets chosen…”

The head maid began to think that perhaps this situation was artificially created by the empress for political reasons.

About 30 minutes later, Acella’s breathing returned to a regular pace.

Only then could the head maid lay Acella back on the bed.

“Please rest a bit longer, Your Highness. I will inform the empress that your schedule will start slowly today.”

“Then I’ll get scolded.”

Acella struggled to move her lips to respond.

“Your well-being comes first. But is there a reason your condition suddenly worsened… did you go out for a field inspection?”

Upon the head maid’s question, Acella fell silent.

“That was the day you said you would go meet Prince Gothberg. It was my oversight.”

“That has nothing to do with it.”

“You mustn’t overexert yourself.”

“But it was fun.”

“It was fun?”

The head maid looked quite puzzled.

Acella had often expressed a desire to express her sentiments to the citizens whenever she had the chance for inspections.

However, every time she went out, the commoners had only disappointed her, and it was unheard of for Acella to say it was fun.

“Yes, it was fun. The coffee was fragrant, the commoners varied, and Prince Lars was…”

Acella paused as if being careful with her words.

Knowing her position well, the head maid refrained from asking further.

“Supervise, and come back.”

“Understood.”

What Acella wanted from her was likely the results of the attending physician’s practical exam.

The head maid left her position, entrusting it to other maids, and headed towards the mansion’s northern gate.

*

“Head of the family, the organization is complete.”

Tanya reported to her father.

He nodded and confirmed the current situation: thirty members of the Condenburg Knight Order, divided into six squads of five.

While looking around at the healers, including herself, her father conveyed the message.

“The candidates are assigned two per squad. While dealing with demons, injuries are inevitable. Your abilities will be evaluated to select the final candidates.”

Her father had a very serious demeanor.

The healers likewise showed no sign of relaxing.

No, there was one exception.

“I’m not an adventurer, and dealing with demons? Tch.”

One healer muttered to himself in complaint.

Her father, with a ghost’s intuition, immediately rebuffed him.

“The attending physician must be capable of healing their lord in any scenario, even amidst a demon’s ambush on the battlefield. If you can’t accept the testing method, then leave, Lucius!”

“Ah, no!”

Once named, the healer snapped to attention as if shocked.

“Then, we will form squads based on written exam scores. Healer Gis will be number one, and since you, Young Master, are skipped for the written, you will be considered the last.”

“So that’s how you average it out. I don’t mind, whoever’s in my group.”

Rustle.

He pulled out a honey candy from his pocket.

As he carefully unwrapped the candy, concerned it might break, the sweet aroma wafted in the air.

Upon putting it in his mouth, his stamina began to recover, and his head started to spin delightfully.

Hmm, his mood also improved.

He might be able to show a little more kindness now.

“I’m sure the knights in my squad are the lucky ones. So don’t worry about getting injured in battle.”

“I will do my best in the mission. While on operation, I am in charge, so please follow my orders rigorously.”

Geez, Tanya took the joke seriously, making him feel embarrassed instead.

“Of course. As you say, Young Master, there’s no need to worry. I, Gis, will proudly uphold the honor of the healing academy from the rear!”

Gis pounded his chest confidently before joining the knights.

He looked to be in his early twenties but exuded confidence, likely due to his imminent graduation as the top student from the healing academy.

He’s one of those types who, on the brink of social debut, becomes so full of vigor that it annoys everyone around him.

Hmm, annoying.

However, with the candy in his mouth, he’s feeling generous. There was no need to raise his voice unnecessarily.

Just as he was about to take a step, Tanya lightly grabbed his shoulder.

“Young Master, I have higher expectations for you compared to the other healers.”

The way Tanya looked at him was filled with quite a bit of passion.

That sudden declaration was daunting.

Tanya stepped forward to relay the message to the knights.

“Recently, the monsters from the northern forest have been causing damage to our territory. Reports have come in about the serfs beyond the castle walls being attacked.”

Aside from the attending physician’s exam, dealing with monsters was occasionally part of the knights’ duties.

Monsters tend to appear en masse at certain times, depending on their type.

“What kind of monsters?”

At his question, Tanya answered.

“Goblins.”

“Just goblins?”

“They’re not tough opponents.”

“Will there be any need for us to heal?”

The healers began to relax, as goblins weren’t something they were particularly worried about.

He clapped his hands to draw attention.

“So you’re saying the knights are needed just for a bunch of goblins. At the very least, there would have to be hobgoblins gathering in a unit under a leader. If you underestimate them, you guys could get seriously hurt.”

Despite his warning, the healers seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

It was understandable considering their lack of real combat experience.

“Just as you say, Young Master. Even though goblins are of child-like intelligence and strength, the moment they gather in a group, they can tear you apart in no time. Our destination is the battlefield. Stay alert!”

Thud, as Tanya stomped her foot, the healers finally snapped to attention and swallowed hard.

“Especially for healers, since you lack combat abilities, beware. I trust you won’t be an incapable healer injured first before the knights fighting in the front.”

The healers looked to Tanya for guidance.

Whoosh, Tanya drew her sword and pivoted.

The target was the dark horde ahead.

“We set off!”

In accordance with Tanya’s signal, the knights and healers began to move in formation.

Following them were their father grading the exam, other academy healers, and escort knights.

And one more, the head maid, who had taken it upon herself to supervise Acella.

“Goblins, huh.”

He was well aware of how to deal with them.

Compared to the demon king’s army, they were just like children.

Of course, he had no intention of fighting directly. This was an attending physician’s exam, not a knight’s exam.

Still, he had to protect himself.

Instead of his scripture, he drew his sword.

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