The Genius Physician Princess

At the same time, outside the capital of Amos, the sacred nation, there was a tranquil shrine.

A massive tomb mound as tall as a three-story building faced a nearby hill.

A man with ashen hair and gray eyes squatted, looking down at the shrine.

His name was Kite, the third elder of Wizardian.

After a moment, there was a pattering sound beside him, and a man appeared.

A strikingly handsome man with blonde hair and red eyes, exuding a cold aura.

He was the guardian of Wizardian and the leader of all wizards.

The most powerful wizard in this land, with eyes that could pierce through evil intentions.

The great mage Lantus.

Kite spat out the grass he had been chewing and glanced up at Lantus.

“You’re a bit late, aren’t you?”

“For someone who just got his body back, this is fast.”

“I heard you almost died. The elders who prepared that body were terrified.”

“If they prepared such a crappy body, they should drown themselves in a shallow dish.”

“You’re absolutely right. The mission to take down Amos is crucial.”

Kite laughed, standing up.

Lantus wasn’t the only one who hated Amos.

The elders of Wizardian, including Kite, and even those who prepared the lousy body today, shared the same sentiment.

‘It would be great if we could find a way to heal people with magic soon.’

With everyone struggling, any progress would be welcome. But the research was slow.

‘Well, someday we’ll find a solution. Maybe a miracle will fall from the sky tomorrow.’

With that optimistic conclusion, Kite called Lantus.

“Brother, should we get started… huh? What’s that?”

Lantus was looking down at his inner wrist. Curious, Kite stretched his neck to see the mark on Lantus’s wrist and was surprised.

“Oh? Isn’t that a mark of protection? Who did you meet before coming here?”

Lantus ignored the question and pulled down his sleeve, asking instead.

“I’ll leave as soon as things are sorted. You handle the rest.”

“What? You’re leaving already?”

Kite asked, bewildered. Lantus replied nonchalantly.

“I’m busy. I need to give a foolish kid some education.”

“A kid? Do you mean the elders?”

“Not the elders. There’s a naive kid who doesn’t know fear and wants to challenge Amos.”

Lantus frowned.

“They don’t have anything, yet they think Amos is easy prey. Don’t they know how vicious those bastards are?”

“Um…”

Kite looked puzzled, glancing between Lantus and the shrine before pointing at the shrine.

“Brother, do you know whose tomb that is? Three saints who protected Amos a thousand years ago are buried there.”

Lantus looked back at Kite curiously.

“Why bring that up now?”

“By the way, you’re the one who suggested we blow it up, saying we need to destroy what they cherish to deliver divine punishment.”

“Why state the obvious?”

“I heard you were sick, so I thought you might have forgotten who we’re attacking today. And who exactly do you think needs education?”

Lantus shouted back.

“Hey! Do you think I’m like that kid?”

“I don’t know who that kid is, though…?”

“Stop the nonsense. Are we ready?”

“Everything’s ready. We were just waiting for you.”

“Good.”

Lantus nodded.

“Blow it up all at once. Let everyone see their ancestors’ bodies exploding.”

Then he grinned. The red gleam in his eyes shone with a golden light.

“They couldn’t witness their death a thousand years ago, so let’s make sure they don’t miss it this time. Once it’s ashes, there won’t be a third chance.”

“You’re indeed the greatest blasphemer. Truly the mad dog Amos hates the most.”

Kite clapped sincerely before raising his hand. A small light flickered in his palm.

It was a momentary flash, but it was enough to set the waiting wizards near the shrine into motion.

And soon after.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Flames shot up from the top of the massive shrine. The gigantic mound began to tremble as if it would collapse.

The priests panicked and shouted.

“The shrine is collapsing!”

“Fire! Get water, quick!”

“The saints are sleeping inside! We must retrieve the coffins!”

“Send someone to the temple immediately. The shrine has exploded!”

Lantus laughed fiercely.

“It’s not an explosion, it’s an attack, you idiots.”

At the same time, a bright red flame roared to life in his hand.

Lantus, holding a fireball, charged at the shrine like a shooting arrow.

* * *

The first thing Yeo-ul chose to do to help Lantus was to make money.

She knew Lantus was wealthy… but more money couldn’t hurt, right?

“You need to write an eight-digit number here. The pen is over there. Seal the paper in the envelope and keep the serial number with you.”

The shop owner handed her a paper, with flashy advertisements behind him.

<131st round cumulative prize: 32 billion gold!>

That’s right.

A lottery system modeled after real-world lotteries that Yeo-ul had incorporated into the novel, ‘Toto.’

She was here to try her luck on the 131st round cumulative prize of 32 billion gold, one of the protagonist’s windfall devices.

“The winning numbers will be announced in an hour. The numbers will be displayed in the central square. If you win, take the paper to the central bank. Not that it’ll happen…”

The shop owner’s response was indifferent, probably because no one had won for a long time.

Ignoring his attitude, Yeo-ul looked down at the eight-digit number she had written, her heart pounding.

‘Will it work?’

Was the number she remembered from the novel correct?

An hour later, at the central square.

“There’s a winner!”

She had succeeded!

“Really? A 32 billion gold winner?”

“Check the winning numbers! It could be mine!”

In the corner of the bustling square, Yeo-ul pressed her pounding heart, her young cheeks flushed with excitement.

In the middle of the square, the familiar eight-digit number was flashing.

<201X0125>

The eight-digit number taken from January 25, 201X.

The day she first met her brother, ten years ago but still vivid in her memory.

‘Brother! Your sister Yeo-ul is rich now!’

The 32 billion gold prize, accumulated over 131 rounds, was in her hands, thanks to one of the protagonist’s buffs she had created!

‘There are two more such buffs.’

The remaining winning numbers were her and her brother’s birthdays.

Three consecutive lottery wins.

A delightfully unbalanced setup, fitting for a self-sufficient overpowered novel.

“Hehehe. Hehehe.”

Yeo-ul skipped home through the crowd, her mind racing with plans on how to deliver the 32 billion to Lantus.

While humming a tune and contemplating, she heard a loud bang.

BANG BANG BANG!

“I know you’re in there! Open the door! You need to pay for the treatment you received!”

Someone was pounding on the thin wooden door.

Yeo-ul stared at the closed door in shock.

No way.

She really was in debt.

What she had told Lantus as an excuse had become reality.

* * *

“The shrine is burning nicely.”

“Of course it is. We set it on fire.”

Lantus commented indifferently, watching the ruined shrine.

Today’s attack was a complete success. The mound collapsed, and the surrounding buildings burned.

It was a total mess.

In front of the collapsed shrine entrance, a priest was shouting angrily, his eyes bloodshot.

“You demons! The gods will never forgive you! You’ll burn in hell!”

“We are the divine punishment sent by your god, you bastard!”

“You think hell is bad? You’re creating it right now, you damned Amos scum!”

Lantus and Kite didn’t say a word.

The wizards’ insults made Kite genuinely impressed.

“Truly, like master, like apprentice. Where there’s Lantus, there’s mad dogs.”

“What?”

“I mean, the wizards are just like their guardian.”

The high priest, who had rushed over after hearing the news, couldn’t contain his anger and clutched his neck, collapsing.

“More wicked than demons…! Ugh!”

“Bravo, bravo!”

Kite clapped enthusiastically. Lantus shook his head in disbelief.

“That bastard! How dare he harm the high priest!”

One of the priests tried to charge at them in rage but couldn’t get close due to the masters holding him back.

“So, continuing our earlier conversation, that kid saved you? That’s definitely worth caring about… ugh!”

At that moment, Kite felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and touched his temple.

Lantus glanced back at Kite.

“Is it hurting again?”

“Yes. It was quiet for a few days, but now it’s acting up again.”

For the past few months, Kite had been suffering from intermittent headaches. They struck unexpectedly, like a drill pressing into his temple.

The pain was different from any headache he’d had before, a very unpleasant sensation.

“It comes and goes, but the unpredictability is killing me.”

The unpredictability was more of an issue than the pain itself. With nerves on edge, Kite rubbed the aching spot.

Lantus gestured toward the shrine with his chin.

“There are plenty of priests there. Grab one and get treated.”

“…What? We just made the high priest collapse.”

“So what?”