God of Assassination, Become the Strongest Healer

There was no way to misunderstand her clear words. Her gestures became aggressive before I even noticed. The anger in her eyes was obvious, even through the mask. I probably didn’t need Beelzebul to translate for me. Once everyone left, her attitude changed completely, showing a lot of hostility, much worse than just calling me “scum.” “Don’t touch me! How dare you, a filthy outsider!” Did she think I was getting close to her because I wanted to touch her? The saint growled again, her eyes sharp like a dangerous cat. “I’m not going to touch you right now. But sometimes during treatment, I might have to.”

The only good thing was that she hadn’t completely shut down the translation magic, so my intentions were still being conveyed to her.

It’d be possible to treat a patient who doesn’t listen, but treating one who can’t even communicate at all would be a headache just thinking about it.

“Hmm… so you’re mad right now, right?”

Sure, here’s an informal English translation of the text:

“Yeah, it makes sense you’d be angry. Just to make sure, you don’t need to feel embarrassed about being angry. Anyone in your situation would naturally feel sad and pissed off.”
I decided to use casual speech.
It would be ridiculous to force formalities now, and using simpler words would make it easier to communicate.
“It’s bad enough that this unexpected misfortune has hit me, but on top of that, it’s been dragging on for five years, and instead of getting better, my condition’s just getting worse. If anyone could stay calm in a situation like this, that would be the weird part.”
“You! What the hell do you know to speak so recklessly?!”
“I don’t know exactly. But I can make an educated guess based on what I’ve learned. On the way here, I heard about the progression of your illness. Five years ago, you were hit by sudden pain. After that, your limbs started to tingle and shake, rashes appeared on your skin, and the pain kept getting worse, to the point that it feels like it’s stabbing your brain and lungs every time you breathe.”
I listed out the saint’s symptoms with as calm a face as I could muster.
With a steady tone, as if reciting a poem, without any exaggeration or sugar-coating.
A healer should always feel compassion for their patients, but they shouldn’t be afraid of facing the symptoms that torment them, even if they’re painful.
Before starting the treatment, I reminded myself once again of her symptoms and the cause of her illness.The disease affecting the saint is a rare sickness that impacts a small number of people in the Wave Tribe. It happens because their bodies can’t cope with the fast increase in mana ring rotation. Most cases are mild, and some in the Wave Tribe refer to it as growing pains and don’t take it seriously. Sadly, this child is not one of the lucky ones with a mild case. For most people, having a stronger mana ring is a good thing, but for Estelle, it is not.

The mana ring started spinning so fast that it was almost impossible to see it as just getting faster. Eventually, it started to harm her body like a sickness. “Be quiet! You don’t understand!” “I would be angry too. You’re in pain, and people are right beside you saying things like, ‘Saint, Saint, we trust the saint can handle this pain.’ That would frustrate anyone.”

“Ugh…”
“But you’ve been holding back that anger for five years, just because you didn’t want to hurt the people around you. But you know, you can’t keep bottling up your anger forever.”
I stood up, wearing sanitized medical gloves.
“That’s why it’s natural for you to want to lash out at someone like me, a complete outsider. It’s all within what I expected.”
I never expected her to be friendly toward me in the first place.

The saint is just one year older than me, at thirteen. She was too young to deal with the bad luck that had suddenly happened to her. “Do you know what I mean when I say this was expected?” I asked. “Stay away! I’ll hurt you! Don’t touch me!” she shouted, moving her arms wildly. Even though I might look unthreatening, I had been training every morning for seven years. Avoiding the attacks of a weak, sick girl wasn’t hard, and I quickly grabbed her wrist and neck with my magic gloves.

Buzz.
The symbol engraved on the gloves began to glow, reacting to her wounds, and through the light and the skin’s response, I was able to check the saint’s current physical condition.
“What that means is, no matter how much you scream at me, get angry, curse me, or whatever you do, I couldn’t care less, and I’m going to keep treating you my way, regardless of your will.”
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you with my own hands! Get your hands off me!”
“Go ahead then. But if you want to kill me or save me, shouldn’t you focus on getting better first? With a body like this, you couldn’t even kill a fly, let alone me.”
It didn’t take long to finish the initial diagnosis.
The purpose of this diagnosis was to confirm what was noticed through visual observation, and since her prognosis was so clear, there was a significant difference between what I had seen and what the diagnosis revealed.

T“The heat rash spreading all over her body was causing necrosis in the skin cells, and the immense heat generated from the damage was harming her internal organs too. On top of that, it had created severe issues with nutrient absorption. To treat her properly, we need to focus equally on both healing her body and combating the illness.”

After finishing my examination, I let go without hesitation. The saint, unable to handle the aftershocks of her struggles, collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily and glaring at me.

“That’s it for today. I’ll come by tomorrow, probably a bit earlier than today. Looks like we’ll be seeing each other quite a lot for the time being.”

Of course, a glare like that wasn’t enough to faze me. If I were the type to shrink away from something like that, I wouldn’t have even started this in the first place.

With one hand on the doorknob and the other waving at her, I casually said my goodbye.
“See you tomorrow.”
Click.

And with that, I left the saint’s bedroom.

“Ugh… Uhh… Ughhh…”

The saint, now alone, let out groans entirely different from the sharp defiance she had shown earlier—groans filled with despair and humiliation.

“Ugh… Waaahhh!”Without thinking, she looked down at her left arm, the spot where my hand had touched her. Unable to hold it in any longer, she burst into tears.

She was overwhelmed with shame, feeling it wash over her completely. Even though she tried to hide her face with a mask, the embarrassment of showing her red blotches and rashes to a boy her age felt like a giant wave crashing over her. After Fagan left, she kept crying. Tears, thick and heavy, slipped down the mask, tears she had never shown to anyone in her tribe.

Prince Claudius, if the Saint happened to say anything disrespectful, I kindly ask for your understanding. She has been struggling with illness for quite some time….”

“No, nothing like that happened.”

—Wow, look at him lie! He even got called a commoner and all kinds of things!

As we were walking to the next location, the guide cautiously brought it up, but I firmly shook my head.

Estelle probably thought she was hiding it well, but her anxiety had already seeped into everyone around her.

After walking for about thirty minutes, we finally arrived in front of a white building.

“Is this the place where Orpheus left his legacy?”

“Yes. When Lord Orpheus visited Modenas, he created this Chamber of Will and left behind a prescription for treating illnesses.”

Estelle’s condition was caused by a tropical disease tied to the unique physiology of the Wave Tribe—something people from the mainland couldn’t even contract.

Yet, despite that, Orpheus had discovered a treatment for the Wave Tribe’s illness and recorded it here in the Chamber of Will.

The treatment method Ramute talked about is in the records stored here. Now that we are at the place where the answers are, all that’s left is for Ramute to test her determination and find those answers. 

It’s interesting how this building looks ordinary, but the Wave Tribe can’t get in. 

That’s because the barrier is still up. Inside, there are many research materials that Lord Orpheus gathered to treat tropical diseases. If someone who isn’t allowed were to touch those materials, it could cause serious problems, so we’ve been waiting all this time.

Orpheus’s building was hard to enter, even for the Wave Tribe. To get inside, two things were needed: you had to have Claudius’s bloodline and you needed permission from Ramute. Modenas is a large island with many people, but I was the only one  who met these requirements. Orpheus also made a backup plan so that the Wave Tribe could open the building themselves if enough of them agreed.

The emergency mechanism was broken during a huge sea monster attack a long time ago. The Wave Tribe couldn’t open the building by themselves, so they had to ask for Ramute’s help. “You all stay here. I’m going inside with Ramute,” I said. “Please be careful, my Prince.” “We’ll be counting on you.” After saying goodbye to the guides, I walked up the stairs and touched the entrance crystal.

Wuuuung.
As if it had never acted all high and mighty, the building immediately opened its entrance as soon as I stood there.

Piiing-piiing.
With the faint humming sounds coming from above and below as my background music, I began making my way deeper into the building.

The destination: Orpheus’s laboratory, located in the basement. According to Ramute, that’s where the prescription should be.

But then—

—Oh my gosh!
—What’s going on?!

Just as I was nearing the basement entrance, Ramute and Belzekiel, who were perched on either of my shoulders, let out gasps of dismay.

The ceiling had collapsed, and the rubble was completely blocking the entrance. The symbols carved on the doorway were partially destroyed, leaving them barely legible.

The original plan had been to activate the entrance to the lab through those symbols, but judging by their condition, it seemed impossible to expect them to function properly.

Why is this like this?
—Like this… it’s going to be tough to get in the normal way.

Ramute and Belzekiel both looked flustered, clearly not expecting things to turn out this way.

I was confused by a question, but it differed  from what others were thinking. I wondered why this symbol was here. I looked closely several times, but the symbols carved into the entrance and ceiling were clear. They were related to the “Lost Myth” and the “Forgotten AncieThe mana breathing technique called Arca is what made me the God of Assassination in my past life. It comes from an ancient kingdom, and now I see symbols from that kingdom on the entrance to the basement. This isn’t Angelus; its techniques and powers are entirely different from Arca, which is linked to the ancient kingdom. However, the way this entrance is seamed uses methods from that ancient kingdom.nt Kingdom.”

As my head spun with questions, I quickly decided to ask for clarification.

“Ramute, you said the founder built this place after his journey, right?”

—Yes. He already had ties to the Wave Tribe before his journey, but Orpheus indeed created this prescription and building after he returned.

Hearing Ramute confirm that helped clear my thoughts, if only a little

But Angelus, which had already been completed before the journey, contained none of the ancient kingdom’s wisdom. The implication of this was crystal clear.

“A ten-year journey after completing Angelus. During those ten years, Orpheus must have made contact with the ancient kingdom. And when he returned, he used the knowledge he gained during that journey to create this seal.”

If I hadn’t mastered Arca, I wouldn’t have realized that the method Orpheus used came from the ancient kingdom. I would’ve just thought it was some unique technique using uncommon symbols.

But luckily, I had inherited the legacy of the ancient kingdom myself, which allowed me to pick up on these clues about Orpheus’s travels.

—Fagan, unfortunately, there’s no way to get inside like this. Let’s step back for now, assess the situation, and try again later….

“No. I’m sorry, but that’s not an option.”

Realizing that our initial plan to enter was no longer viable, Ramute suggested retreating for the time being. But I immediately shook my head.

I came here to undergo this “trial,” and now I had stumbled upon deeply intriguing  clues . Retreat to reassess the situation?

For me, that was simply not an option. I locked eyes with the two of them and spoke firmly.

“I won’t retreat. I’m going down to the underground lab as soon as possible.”