The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 156: Osel’s Treatment (2)

At that point, Rida, who had been watching, clicked her tongue and said,

"Don’t be like that, Family Head. Whether one’s body is intact or not is an important matter when using magic. Why make things unnecessarily complicated?"

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"Sister!"

"If you’re going to assign a task anyway, it’s better to do it pleasantly rather than with hurt feelings."

After saying that, Rida glanced at Turan and Meisa, then added,

"Besides, though I haven’t seen much of them, I don’t think these young people would deceive us. We’ve had separate discussions, and more importantly, since they can’t live without getting injured, would they dare to do such a thing?"

The separate discussions probably referred to the soul mage incident mentioned earlier.

Osel, who had been bristling at Rida’s childish tone, listened to her words carefully and eventually sighed, removing the veil with a single gesture.

The appearance of a handsome youth of fifteen or sixteen, whom they had seen before, was revealed.

Labitas family head Osel stared at Turan and Meisa for a while, then asked,

"You’re not surprised to see me?"

"We had some idea."

"Hmph."

Osel snorted and said to Rida,

"This is troublesome, Sister."

"I’m sorry, I spoke out of turn. I won’t say another word before the Family Head from now on."

"That’s not what I meant..."

Though Osel had maintained a domineering attitude toward Turan’s group throughout, he behaved like a young boy of his age whining to Rida.

As they bickered, they soon became aware of Turan’s group watching and stopped with a clearing of throats.

After a brief silence, Osel spoke in his dignified tone, perhaps to change the atmosphere.

"First, let me see your skill. Whether you’re qualified to make such demands of me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a wave of magical power surged toward Turan and Meisa.

The massive torrent of power directly projected by the head of a great family, one of the strongest in this world.

Normally, such magical power projection contains no intent and causes no phenomena, but its density was so high that it felt as if the surrounding air was distorting.

In response, Turan and Meisa countered by releasing all of their pure magical power without any deception.

Since Meisa’s true ability would be revealed during the treatment anyway, and if so, having Turan’s ability seem too low would only raise suspicion.

Above all, revealing his true abilities here would increase the value of his labor.

After confirming the power of the two, Osel was so surprised and confused that he said nothing for a while, only opening his mouth after nearly a minute had passed.

"...Not bad. Very well. I agree to the conditions."

Osel’s agreement was likely greatly influenced by what Rida had said earlier.

Nobles as powerful as them couldn’t treat major injuries with ordinary magical devices, so they had no choice but to humor Osel, the most excellent healer in this world.

Moreover, given the skill of these two, he needed to show some respect.

Seeing this, Rida clapped her hands and smiled.

"Excellent! Then why don’t we take care of it right away? As far as I know, the Family Head hasn’t used his magic for anything else today."

"Let’s do that, Sister. Everyone, follow me."

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As if he had prepared in advance, Osel rose from his seat and led them to a room adjacent to the Family Head’s quarters.

Like the adjacent quarters, this room had magical flows covering the walls and floor, with several bed-like structures in the center.

"This is the treatment room. It has the power to repel evil energies that summon disease demons. First, the servant should leave. And don’t bring the beast either, as wounds can worsen."

"Ah, yes."

Solif, who had naturally tried to follow them in, retreated outside with Bize, wearing an embarrassed smile.

Osel immediately cast a purification spell throughout the room, apparently to clear away any harmful germs.

Turan wondered internally whether they knew about the existence of microorganisms or had just learned empirically that this was necessary.

While he was nursing this curiosity, Osel pointed to one of the beds and said,

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"Lie down."

As Meisa lay on the bed with a somewhat frightened expression, Osel brought over a large saw that had been placed in the corner.

This too was a magical device with considerable power.

"I’ll cut with this. If you don’t want it to hurt, I can knock you out—would you prefer being hit on the head or having your breathing stopped?"

"I can help with that if it’s alright. Is that okay, Misha?"

"Yes."

"You’ll do it yourself? It saves me trouble, but it’s not as easy as you might think."

Despite Osel’s unsolicited concern, Turan soon skillfully rendered Meisa unconscious and laid her on the bed.

Seeing this, the two Labitas nobles looked at Turan as if he were a strange person.

"My, you both seem quite familiar with this, don’t you?"

Instead of responding to Rida’s comment, Turan lightly bowed his head, and Osel clicked his tongue and said,

"Whatever, let’s start quickly. My time is expensive."

The surgery began shortly after.

Osel took the lead with Rida assisting at his side, while Turan stood further back, observing to prepare for any contingencies.

"First from here... hmm, it cuts easily. Very smooth indeed."

While Osel was cutting away Meisa’s waist, Turan watched tensely.

If Osel were to betray them here, he would immediately have to call Solif from outside to stop him while treating Meisa again.

Fortunately, after completely cutting away Meisa’s waist, Osel immediately began using healing magic to fix it.

The way he precisely adjusted the position of organs and bones with his hands showed his extensive knowledge of human anatomy.

’I guess at the level of Labitas Family Head, a wound like this is nothing.’

Rida also helped with the healing, but she clearly couldn’t match Osel’s direct intervention.

The sight of the severed part reattaching smoothly like clay was truly wondrous, and Turan couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fight the Labitas Family Head.

’It would be difficult to reduce his combat effectiveness with ordinary injuries. And since healing oneself is easier than healing others...’

Turan had thought that the Labitas Family Head, with his healer and purifier bloodline, wouldn’t be particularly threatening compared to his power, but if he could endlessly heal himself no matter how injured he became (as long as his head wasn’t cut off), he could be a more troublesome opponent than expected.

Moreover, he could probably heal those less skilled than himself even more easily.

In a group battle, he might prove more difficult than wizards with typical combat bloodlines.

After completing all the treatments, Osel exhaled softly and said,

"Since inheriting the Family Head position, I never thought I’d have to treat a wizard close to my level. Who exactly are you two?"

"We are Turan and Misha. For now."

Leaving a hint that he would tell more details if they became closer, Turan saw Osel snort but not press further.

About ten minutes after Osel left, telling them to see themselves out, Meisa woke up with a groan.

"Is it over?"

"Yes. It was simpler than I expected. Want to try getting up?"

At Turan’s words, Meisa carefully moved her legs and stood on the floor with both feet.

A bright smile bloomed on her face as she lightly jumped a few times in place.