Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 24 - Resurgence

"Advanced Diagnostic Magic... let the healer perceive... the nature of the soul.

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I repelled a spell to possibly detect any form of oddities inside her vessel.

"Don't you feel anything strange?" I asked, making sure of my hypothesis earlier.

"Other than the fact you are currently holding my chest tightly, there are none."

She responded calmly.

Damn you, my future sister. No need to say that out loud.

I muttered to myself after realizing it had no use apart from detecting the vibration of soul, along with its resonance. However, it's still useful to an extent.

"Professor Dellaetrix's teaching? I see."

Yes, I was taught by Professor Dellaetrix about this myself.

And yes, the same as you, I was also as shocked upon learning that he, the eccentric teacher who scolded both me and Azalea, among of all teachers, would have been the one taking charge of the extra class — one dedicated for those who had opted to become a healer at Aethelgarten.

And of course... before all of that, I had to apologize by practically kneeling down to the earth's core. Well... not that he asked for it. He himself had forced me to wake up, probably got so embarrassed seeing it happened in front of other students.

Well — not that I cared about people watching.

Anyway, I had been focused on the task of searching for Selene's soul oddities, including why she's easily getting sick despite being such a powerhouse as a magician. Turns out, even Advanced Diagnostic Magic couldn't give me a clear answer. But that doesn't mean I couldn't make a conjecture by inducing from the diagnosis.

"Well, I couldn't pinpoint it out from the diagnostic alone. But the signs suggest it's not a curse. More of a genetic issue — a carrier gene from your parent. Probably your mother."

She feigned a cough, signally a warning.

Ah, right.

"I mean, our mother." I corrected.

"Her gene blocked the healing spell immediately. Meaning you're immune to it."

Selene nodded hearing my explanation. "That's actually... sensible enough."

"But, doesn't that mean i am not a Nakanarian at all? What am I then?"

"Well, you technically still are a Nakanarian elf. Except this part of you is suppressed — maybe even blocked by your own Aetherflow — likely inherited from mom."

"Aetherflow? You learned magic really well."

Her voice softened, carrying a hint of gratitude.

For context — Aetherflow, the elemental aspect used to extract magic energy, isn't some kind of intangible, mystical life-force nonsense like those low-budget fantasy stories about magic make it out to be. It's measurable. Quantifiable.

"So, what is it then in your opinion? A science?"

"Yes, a science."

It flowed through pathways in the body similar to a nervous system, except instead of electrical signals, it channeled magic energy. With the right training and tools, you could calculate its flow rate, density, and resonance frequency similar to blood. It could be refined and tweaked, like tuning-up an instrument — if you're precise enough not to blow yourself in the process. Assuming you survived it post-alteration, of course.

So... it's a magic-alike science. Same same but different, but still... the same.

"Wait... so, you think that there's no such things as a curse?"

"Nope."

"What about me getting fainted for a week?"

Her eyes sparked all of a sudden, a hunger — as if chasing the truth of herself.

"That's not a curse, but the result of fatigue."

Honestly, explaining this to her was a satisfying feeling.

People more than often always resort to something illogical when dealing with these kind of things. However, I myself was more surprised by the fact that the healing techniques taught here seemed to be a lot more practical and grounded — akin to those isekai Light Novel stuff I used to read that had similar healer tropes.

Being a healer is no easy feat — there should be a price to pay and it requires greater accuracy to achieve a perfect healing method. To me, this was akin to using medical tools such as a scalpel or scissor during an operation, except it's a lot more advanced.

"I see. That's understandable. Now, if you may, could you let go of my chest now?"

"Or do you really like it so badly that you envy it compared to yours, hm?"

Oh no, not again.

This was possibly the biggest misunderstanding I have ever had in my entire life. At this point, I might as well bury myself to death. Not to mention, what she said just then was pure harassment, a blatant violation of the sacred idiom: 'Flat is justice.'

"Actually,..." she added, her tone infuriatingly composed,

"Flat isn't justice. Flat is the most aerodynamic prowess of a magician."

No — shut the f*ck up. Now you're just slandering me. And that's even worse.

And did you really think she would just stop there? No, she didn't.

"So, it's more or less like a pair of headboards, isn't it?"

She remarked, her expression dead serious, as if delivering a medical diagnosis.

This wasn't harassment anymore, but a pure humiliation against my dignity.

As I felt my soul physically leaving my body.

I wanna die. Right here. Right now. Just end my life at this point.

"Okay, enough with all of these. So, do you really want to return?"

I nodded faintly, still unable to recover from the maximum damage I had taken earlier.

My soul hadn't returned from its astral plane vacation after that headboard remark.

"Take my hand." She ordered gently, her hands attempting to guide me.

I snapped awake from my brief mental slumber at her instinctive response, forcing myself to sober up and prepare for whatever instructions came next.

"Well, do you have any last wish before we proceed?"

Okay, what is it now? Are you thinking I'm about to be executed?

Actually — never mind.

This was probably just her being clueless... or maybe some Nordic custom.

I tried my best to sound calm, mustering what little energy I had left.

"Honestly... if those things hadn't happened to me, we might've been good friends."

I smiled slightly, genuinely amused by the conversation we'd had so far.

"And I genuinely think that, despite all the issues you have as a person, you've at least treated me kindly. So... I'm really grateful. And sorry if I ever hurt you — or maybe your ears, too."

I felt slightly embarrassed, almost cringing at what I'd just said. But you know what? It couldn't be helped. I'd just realized how well we'd gotten along, even after getting personal.

"I see. Honestly, we still could be." She nodded sharply.

"Well, did you know? It's really been a pleasure, and I've also enjoyed the time we've spent together. Let's meet — I mean, talk about this properly when we finally remember who we are."

I, flattered like some awkward teenager, couldn't help getting a little flustered despite being mentally an adult.

"I couldn't agree more. This might just be a hollow stasis... but I'm glad the feelings are mutual. We've shared our moments. And I hope we can talk like this again in the future."

"And well, I guess this is it," I said quietly.

She squeezed my hands tightly, our fingers intertwined. "Mhm. I suppose so."

The moment stretched as the magic built between us, and then...

With a final pulse — it was done.

Our hands slowly parted, Selene's body dissipating into the air, as if it had never been there. The past and future had been rewritten, and everything felt... different.

"Until next time," I muttered, more to myself than to her.

I felt myself fading from the stasis, realizing things would never be the same after this.

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