The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

“Hoo, how many of these monsters are crammed into this narrow tunnel?”

Boris grumbled as he wiped sweat from his rough helmet.

They had already exterminated three groups of goblins. Even though his father had cast the Blessing of Vitality, everyone was starting to feel tired.

“Knights who were injured in the last combat, report to the healer immediately for treatment.”

Tanya issued the order.

Just as one knight was about to approach Gis, Boris tapped him on the shoulder and suggested, “Hey, go check on that young master over there.”

“To the young master?”

“Yeah. He applied something on my shoulder earlier, and it felt really good. Just a bit of a sting when he puts it on.”

“Really? I might as well try it.”

At Boris’s recommendation, the knight came over to me. I immediately used Diagnosis.

… It didn’t activate.

‘It’s not even a bruise; it’s just a bit of goblin blood, what a wuss.’

There are always guys trying to act like they have some noble injury.

Still, a fake patient suits a quack doctor pretty well.

“Welcome, customer.”

“Hey, lift your shirt.”

“Like this?”

I smeared the red ointment on the knight’s belly with a brush. It glowed orange, activating the healing effect.

At least it had some minor health recovery effect.

“Oh, that feels really good. Thank you!”

“How’s that? Young master’s skills aren’t too bad, right?”

“Yeah, unexpectedly so.”

“Unexpected, huh? How rude.”

Boris smacked the back of the knight’s head. He stuffed the red ointment into his pocket and asked him,

“Boris, why are you being so friendly? You didn’t particularly welcome me before?”

“Oh, I’ve seen you training every morning with the young master and the commander. I’m just being friendly since I’m on watch duty this week.”

Boris laughed heartily, causing his shoulders to shake.

“I know the young master is quite serious about this test. Being the firstborn of the Gothberg family, he’s definitely worth putting faith in.”

“You have a knack for sucking up, huh?”

Boris, I like you.

I’ll remember your name.

“Haha, what are you talking about? I just realized why you’re being so serious, young master.”

“Why?”

Boris leaned in and whispered to me.

“Well, I just saw the royal princess’s elegant visage for the first time yesterday. She’s already so graceful; just wait until she grows up, she’ll be a total beauty.”

Why did the conversation suddenly shift to Acella?

“If I were you, I’d want to be the attending physician for such a wife, even if it meant risking my life!”

“Hey, don’t go around saying things like ‘risking your life.’”

Do you know how many times I’ve put my life on the line?

Not once or twice.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve got a fiancée too. We’ve been childhood friends since we were young, but she’s quite a handful – nothing like the sophisticated royal princess.”

Boris started rambling excitedly about things I hadn’t even asked.

“Actually, we decided to have a small feast after we finish the hunt today. I didn’t expect, but she’s already pregnant!”

Whoa, wait a second.

“I thought I’d save some money for at least five more years working as a knight before I married, so this was sudden.”

Dude, that’s a death flag!

“Be careful, young master. Kids are like Fenrir; the moment you let your guard down, that’s when they spring up out of nowhere.”

“Tanya, why is the Gothberg Knight Order’s discipline so lacking?”

I complained as Tanya, who had been silently watching us, lightly nodded her head.

“This is just a local knight order, not some institution or imperial family. Our skills are certain, so please bear with it.”

“What do you mean?”

Honestly, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous this was.

After all, we took a bunch of locals who could barely swing swords and turned them into a knight order.

I usually forgot that Tanya, who was proper, was surrounded by rough men.

“But Boris, keep the small talk to a minimum during operations.”

“Will I get punished according to military law?”

“No, but I can deduct your salary at my discretion.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Boris shut his mouth and adjusted his helmet. Tanya, as the commander, knew well how to handle these rough guys.

“Proceed to the next area. Don’t let your guard down.”

Under Tanya’s command, the unit moved.

The cave grew deeper and darker.

I began to feel short of breath as oxygen levels dropped.

“Wow, living in a place like this. I’d like to wrap this up and get out already.”

Boris openly complained. Just as he was about to say something else,

“Stop!”

Tanya shouted urgently, raising her fist.

At that moment, Kwan! a fireball exploded from above and engulfed us.

“Fall back! All units, retreat!”

The rear units began to backtrack along the path we came. However, our forward unit was blocked.

“Is it magic? There must be a goblin shaman!”

“Lord, get to safety!”

“Ugh…!”

The knights surrounded my father, taking protective stances.

If there’s a demon that can use magic among the enemies, the healers in the rear would also be in danger.

“We need to take out that shaman immediately!”

“The smoke is too thick to see…!”

The knights panicked.

They couldn’t even swing their swords carelessly for fear of hitting their own.

Cough, cough.

I could feel the oxygen running low, and the hot smoke wasn’t doing my lungs any favors either.

Did the enemy lead us down this deep cave to force a desperate fight?

A typical thought from a low-intelligence demon.

“Guess I’ll use some of my saved divine power.”

I pulled a candy from my pocket and popped it in my mouth.

“To the beggar goddess, I pray.”

I mumble a casual prayer.

There’s no problem; prayers are meant to maintain faith and facilitate the smooth flow of divine power.

“Protect us from the blazing flames.”

However, the purpose must be clearly stated.

Holy skill tree that includes healing spells.

These skills are based on faith and use divine power as a resource.

The higher the faith, the stronger the spells can be, and the same spell will have greater power.

However, just like you can’t cast magic without mana, if you have insufficient divine power, you can’t use holy spells, including healing spells.

‘With my divine power at 22, I can only use this skill once.’

Once is the limit.

On the other hand, that means one time is enough.

I was wise to save divine power just in case a situation arose where I had to counter magic.

“Blessing of Flame Protection.”

—Paat!

Divine power radiates from my body, engulfing all units.

A gentle wave spreads, raising the fire resistance levels.

The heat subsides, and I can breathe again.

“No way, is this…?”

“The young master can use blessings!”

The knights, who had been covering their mouths with their arms because of the smoke, jumped in surprise and resumed their combat stance.

‘When fighting against the Demon King’s army, the Blessing of Evil Protection was useful.’

Unlike magic, healing spells or holy spells don’t require forming a circle.

Simply thinking about the spell you want to use and praying will automatically draw the circle.

“The heat has lessened!”

“We can charge in!”

“Let’s smash that goblin’s head!”

The heat fired up their resolve, and the knights, with shining eyes, charged forward.

“Blessing? How can you use such advanced skills?”

Gis questioned me in disbelief.

“If you’re the royal family’s attending physician, shouldn’t this be basic?”

“No way! I can’t compete!”

Gis was amazed and ran after the knights, diligently casting healing spells.

Right now, the blessing isn’t on my skill tree.

However, thanks to countless experiences back before I returned, my mind naturally recalled it.

Just like when you ride a bicycle, you don’t have to consciously think about pedaling, once enveloped in divine power, the spell comes to mind effortlessly.

‘Ugh, I’m feeling dizzy.’

However, with that comes risk.

My body doesn’t support using high-level holy spells right now.

The memories of the horrific party of heroes made me nauseous.

“I see the enemy!”

Boris shouted, charging boldly ahead.

I could also see it.

Among a mass of goblins was a particularly large one waving what seemed to be a makeshift wooden staff.

“Guess wearing a rag makes you a wizard, huh, you demon!”

Boris pushed through the smaller goblins and charged at the goblin shaman, ready to slice it in half with a mighty swing.

—Krrr!

Swish—Boom!

But as the shaman waved its arm, a heavy thud sounded as Boris was knocked back, crashing against the wall.

“Ugh!”

Boris fell to the ground with a silly scream.

The shaman wielded a menacing club in its other hand, swinging it wildly.

Looks like Boris jumped in expecting an easy fight with an ordinary goblin.

The shaman could use magic but was also the leader of the group – it had size and strength far beyond normal goblins.

If hit, it could be considered a weak ogre.

“Boris!”

Tanya gracefully wielded her sword as she entered.

“Knock the staff away!”

Tanya responded instantly to my shout.

She deflected the staff with her sword’s spine, knocking the shaman off balance and smoothly delivering a cutting strike across its bulky body.

—Krrr!

Other knights followed her lead, launching their attacks.

The shaman, unable to cast any add-on spells, lost its means of defense and finally perished.

“We have vanquished it!”

“It’s a success!”

The knights dealt with the remaining goblin remnants.

It was finally my turn to fulfill my duty.

“Boris.”

I rushed to the injured Boris.

“Ugh, ack…!”

Boris gritted his teeth, trying hard not to scream through the pain.

There was no need for Diagnosis.

His left calf was broken, swollen to the point where it was visibly injured.

“Y-young master… if I don’t make it back, please tell Nai I loved her so much…”

“Stop whining, you fool. Who asked you to lay down a death flag?”

I smacked Boris’s forehead to shut him up. It wasn’t a hard hit, but the angle at which he hit the cave wall was bad.

“I’ll heal you!”

Gis rushed over and pushed past my shoulder.

This was a major injury, a chance to score high points. I wasn’t going to let it go.

As Gis cast his healing spell, the effects were immediate. Light particles began to gather at Boris’s wound.

However.

“Ugh, ahhh!!!”

Boris couldn’t handle it and started screaming.

It was apparent why; during the healing process, his broken bones were bending in the opposite direction.

The fractured edges were stabbing inside, and there was no pain greater than that.

“I can’t take it! Stop, please!!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Boris shoved Gis aside and fell. I caught him.

His breathing was rapid, and his forehead was drenched in sweat.

“Isn’t this the goddess’s blessing? Healing comes with pain, just endure a bit!”

Gis scolded Boris instead.

Thud, I hit Gis’s forehead with a stick.

“Huh? What’s this?”

It was a leftover stick from the candy I had just been sucking on.

“I’ll take over from here. Patients have the right to refuse treatment.”

“Hey, do you think it will be different if you do it? That red ointment will hurt just as much…”

“There’s something more precious.”

I pulled out another vial from my pocket.

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+2 Enhanced Willow Painkiller

Effect: Almost eliminates pain for 5 minutes.

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This was a special painkiller I had painstakingly crafted over several hours.

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