[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower":3,"chapter-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-187":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Problematic Child of the Magic Tower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1334883,1778,"Chapter 187","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 187: The Miracle Healer (1)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spent the first day in the capital resting well in the hotel room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how luxurious the vehicle was, sitting and traveling for a whole week was still quite exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If I think about it, Fran must’ve had it even harder.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar thought he should at least treat Fran to a nice meal today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything, it felt more natural than staying holed up in a hotel room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Since Chief Walker’s side got attacked, I won’t be able to clear myself from suspicion either.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for good reason—Neil Brion’s final mission was to assassinate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if that weren’t the case, it was still suspicious to be sightseeing in the capital at such a sensitive time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So first and foremost, he had to dispel any doubt in the eyes of the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I need to act like I’m just another tourist here in the capital.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Oscar set his course of action, a knock came at the hotel door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Oscar! I’m heading down for breakfast. Wanna come?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Fran’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar glanced around the hotel room once more before stepping into the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? You’re really going to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did, but… you usually skip breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, since we’re all the way in the capital, it’d be a waste not to enjoy the atmosphere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran looked at him with half-lidded eyes at that comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that look for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not the kind of guy who puts much meaning into traveling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick-witted as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, how many times had they roamed around outside with Sirin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm. Fair enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Fran nod and lead him to the dining area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breakfast at Sirius Hotel was superb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to remind him of Killian and Veronica.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran, apparently thinking the same, spoke while chewing his bacon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killian going back to his hometown was unavoidable, but couldn’t Veronica have come with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s in training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was training too, but you dragged me out anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Veronica doesn’t have a driver’s license.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran, having learned the painfully honest truth, let out a hollow laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha. I ought to return that damn license one of these days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grumbling, Fran cleaned his plate and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anywhere specific we should check out in the capital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The top priority was to act like tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even that time should be spent meaningfully, if possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to stop by the auction house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auction house? Why there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just because. If I see a good artifact while browsing, I might buy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone might ask:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does a level-6 mage even need artifacts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To which the answer would be: Absolutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even more so, in fact.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like with knights, as mages level up, their growth naturally slows down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That means their skills plateau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that stage, the most efficient way to become meaningfully stronger is by acquiring artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the surest way to elevate one’s abilities with money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Of course, getting too reliant on them isn’t good either—but I’m not at a level where I need to worry about that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite reaching level 6, he was still unstable in many areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were artifacts that could cover those weaknesses, they’d make things much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran stood up from the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Let’s walk there and work off the meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar walked the streets, he looked around, lost in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This place has really changed.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Sirin, it had changed even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were cleaner, and the buildings looked far more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, some places like the old plaza still looked exactly the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step right up! This doesn’t happen every day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of a fountain, dozens of people were gathered, staring at one man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the typical appearance of a con artist you’d see anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Can’t believe people still fall for stuff like this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Oscar scoffed to himself, Fran spoke excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa, he said this doesn’t happen every day. Must be some kind of special performance. Let’s check it out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar followed Fran with a sigh, realizing why these kinds of jobs have lasted through the ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person surrounded by people wore a gray robe with a hood pulled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face couldn’t be seen, but judging by his hands and voice, he seemed relatively young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly looked around at the crowd and began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are surely those among us here today… who live carrying wounds in both body and soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ooh~.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few people nodded, as if the words spoke directly to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran excitedly tapped his own arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you hear that? He’s totally talking about me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar looked at him pitifully and muttered while protecting his own arm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a classic scammer’s line. It’s worded so vaguely that anyone who hears it thinks, ‘Hey, that’s just like me!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if he’s the real deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no way someone like that would be doing this kind of act at this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar watched the scene unfold, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are also those who pretend not to notice the pain they’re in… or those who keep telling themselves they’re still fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low and resonant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had a strange quality, as if it wasn’t just echoing in the ears, but reverberating in the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scammer slowly raised one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If anyone here feels like I might be talking about you… please come forward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People hesitated, looking around to see if anyone would step up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, a middle-aged woman cautiously approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spoke to her with a kind voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are a very brave person. I won’t ask your name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her left shoulder was slightly slouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man observed her quietly, then gently said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your left shoulder’s been hurting, hasn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, that’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did it start?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been seven years now. I overworked myself at the factory back then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man nodded quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. If you don’t mind, may I take a look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Then let’s try healing it together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed one hand on the woman’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Hmmm. I see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded, as if understanding something, and spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do the aches get worse before it rains?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes! For some reason, it always stings more when the weather is gloomy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then at night, do you have trouble sleeping? Or do you often change positions because of the discomfort?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-that’s also true!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the woman nodded her head frantically, the crowd gasped in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my opinion, this wound is a magical scar. It’s an injury derived from damage to your bodily circuits at the time of the accident. Your body has already healed, but the pain of magic still remains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, a clear turquoise magic circle began to slowly unfold around the con artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic circle spun gently, then quietly absorbed itself around the woman’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if peeling off a transparent scale, a faint mark began to appear on her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… my wound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Technically, it’s the residual imprint left on your bodily circuits. The physical wound healed a long time ago, but the pain from that time remained like a ‘scar’ on your circuit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The con artist waved a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the residual magic that shimmered like a scar unraveled like thread and vanished into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve removed the scar and tidied up your bodily circuits. You might feel slight pain for a few days, but it won’t throb or ache anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman moved her shoulder a few times, then covered her mouth in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, it really… feels so light already. This is the first time I’ve felt like this since the accident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, wow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He really healed her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s amazing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding spectators began to murmur with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The con artist bowed to the crowd like a magician and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That concludes the magical treatment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wooooow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd cheered, but Oscar, standing with his arms crossed, still looked unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Aren’t those two just putting on an act?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his guess was right, they’d probably start introducing the products for sale next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the con artist, as if mocking his expectations, opened his mouth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all for today’s treatment. If fate allows, I hope we meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the audience realized the performance was over and began to disperse, the con artist also began to pack up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, his movement suddenly stopped—as if frozen—as he looked toward their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Oscar narrowed his eyes, wondering if the man recognized him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fran Sirius?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The con artist addressed not him, but Fran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Do you know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran blinked in surprise and asked back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The con artist removed his hood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wavy dark brown hair flowed down to his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His overall look was sleek, like that of an artist, but his most striking feature was his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep gray eyes, as if they could see through people’s emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might have seemed cold at a glance, but warmth and compassion lay within that gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I do! Don’t you remember me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wha—!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran’s eyes widened to the point of bursting when he saw the man’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher? What on earth are you doing here…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, think of it as a form of volunteer work. I didn’t expect to meet you here either. Maybe it’s fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approaching with a big smile, he scanned Fran up and down as he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard the rumors. I heard you’re now a leading young mage of the White Tower. That’s impressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, I owe it all to this guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Fran shyly pointed in his direction, the man turned and introduced himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I’m late with introductions. I’m a magical healer, Vesalius Silva.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesalius Silva?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar, who had heard that name several times before, looked shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wasn’t he the healer who failed to treat Fran and Verdi?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he had thought of him as a quack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sasha once told him that Vesalius was a truly skilled magical healer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Oscar ease his suspicious gaze and offer a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Oscar Crucian, a mage of the White Tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! So you’re Professor Oscar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was Vesalius Silva who looked surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected to see the famous mage in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always wanted to meet you at least once. I heard you were the one who successfully treated both Fran and Verdi—patients I had failed to heal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… I just got lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To that, Vesalius gave a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re more modest than the rumors say. I’ve examined both of them myself. I know better than anyone—those aren’t the kinds of wounds you can treat by relying on luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He briefly checked the watch on his wrist, then offered a suggestion to the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s not too much trouble, would the two of you be willing to come to my office and chat for a while?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your office? Is it nearby?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. It’s less than a ten-minute walk. I happen to have the day off today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking for a moment, Vesalius added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… there’s a patient I’d really like Professor Oscar to take a look at.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1914,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","d95abf523d5231be72444ae1f833a3c04425a2b100c8bdc20a68bdb8cbad4945","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-188","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-186",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]