[{"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-188":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},1334884,1778,"Chapter 188","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-188",188,"\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chapter 188: The Miracle Healer (2)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesalius Silva’s office wasn’t far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small three-story building perched along the hilly streets of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign at the entrance read “Clinic of Miracles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Oscar stared at the sign for a moment, Vesalius gave a sheepish smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem. Please don’t stare at it like that. I only put it up because His Majesty gifted it to me. I had no choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...His Majesty did?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar looked at him with surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, Vesalius gave off the vibe of a con artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to think the Emperor himself had gifted him the sign?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it’s far too generous a gift for someone like me. Anyway, please come inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his lead inside, they found two nurses seated at a desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, Doctor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here are the patient reports for today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good morning, everyone. Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking the charts, Vesalius quickly flipped through the pages with practiced ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes stopped on one particular page, and his expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran asked, and Vesalius nodded with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa... yes. One of the patients I was hoping Professor Oscar could examine has gotten worse overnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which patient is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jordin Hyde, a mage. A imperial court mage, to be specific.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesalius replied as he began ascending the stairs naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When he first came to the clinic, I thought it was just exhaustion. The schedules of court mages are notoriously tight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that kind of thing pretty common for them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. That’s why I didn’t think much of it at first. I figured some rest would sort it out in time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like it didn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vesalius nodded heavily and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As time passed, his symptoms began to deviate from mere exhaustion. His magical flow started to become distorted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His magical flow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, even though his mana circuits are perfectly intact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That certainly wasn’t normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, when the flow of mana is disrupted, the circuits themselves are damaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long has it been?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three weeks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they exchanged this information, they reached the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in front of a hospital room, Vesalius exchanged glances with them and knocked on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Jordin, we’re coming in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a slight pause, the door opened to reveal a gaunt man struggling to sit up in bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, please, you can remain lying down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed to struggle with every word, his voice barely holding any strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Oscar and Fran behind Vesalius, he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doctor, who are these people...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Professor Oscar Crucian, someone I brought in specially because I believe he might be able to help with your condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I’ve heard the name. But... wasn’t his field alchemy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I dabble in a bit of everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar introduced himself and walked closer to the patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I examine you briefly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes... please...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on a chair beside the bed, Oscar cast a scan spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the results appeared, and his eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...His condition really is bad.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His health was practically at rock bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, there was nothing visibly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar could now understand why Vesalius had originally diagnosed simple exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded and began questioning more seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was there any particular event that triggered your decline?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re asking the same thing the doctor did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordin looked at Vesalius, then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I spent some time thinking about it while bedridden... but I honestly can’t think of anything. In fact, I was at the happiest point in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you elaborate on that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, right before I started getting sick, I broke through the barrier to Level 6, and I was about to marry my longtime partner. Even when I came here for treatment, I figured it was just exhaustion. I had been working a bit more than usual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a Level 6 mage had spent weeks reflecting and still found nothing suspicious, that likely meant there was truly nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shifted his line of questioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t have to be something bad. Any change in your daily life before your health declined — please share, no matter how small.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Changes...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of thought, Jordin seemed to recall something but laughed awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, but this probably isn’t it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead. Even minor details could help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well... about a month ago? I changed my bedding — the blanket and pillow. I’m using them now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordin lifted the blanket covering him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like an ordinary, thick, fluffy blanket — nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar glanced back to see Vesalius shrug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I even used scan magic just in case. They’re ordinary bedding. That’s why I allowed them here at the clinic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was true that changing bedding probably had nothing to do with his condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar, with no real expectations, asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you change it? Was the old set worn out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, an acquaintance from the social circle recommended it. They said it would improve my condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. And did it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, actually. I woke up refreshed, my body felt light all day, and even my mana circulation was smoother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...You’re talking about the bedding, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, good bedding could improve sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to affect mana flow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bordered on artifact territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar stared at the blanket and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the brand name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“NOCTE. The slogan was quite memorable too — ‘We wrap your night.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Vesalius let out a soft exclamation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! I think I saw that ad in the paper too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, they say it’s impossible to find — even with a premium. I was lucky to get one through my friend before it got popular.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar, still staring at the blanket, asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who was this acquaintance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordin revealed that the person who recommended the bedding was the second son of the Hamilton Viscount family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been close since their days at the Imperial Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oscar and Fran were unable to meet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master passed away a few days ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hamilton viscount’s mansion was filled with sorrow, mourning a lost family member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The butler met Oscar and Fran in a separate parlor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What was the cause of death?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The healers said it was due to overwork.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added quietly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, the viscount didn’t accept that and requested multiple autopsies from different institutions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Because the young master didn’t have a job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jobless man dying of overwork?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar and Fran exchanged glances mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would it be possible for us to take a look at his room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, Professor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room they were guided into by the butler was spacious and luxurious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, what caught Oscar’s eyes wasn’t the grandeur, but the bed—more precisely, the blanket and pillow on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode forward and read the letters engraved on the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘NOCTE.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same brand Jordin had mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, take your time looking around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the butler left, Fran stepped closer and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is… that brand, right? The one Jordin used?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar nodded and immediately began drawing in his mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast a scanning spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as Vesalius had said, there was no sign of anything wrong with the blanket or pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘There’s definitely a commonality between the two.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both showed symptoms similar to overwork and had used the same bedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, there were no detectable issues with the bedding?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar’s gaze narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe we’ve been barking up the wrong tree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran cautiously suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I even scanned the pillow separately, but nothing came up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if it was hidden in a way regular scan magic couldn’t detect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… in that case, isn’t it beyond our level anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fair point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary level-4 mages wouldn’t have been able to detect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Oscar was no longer just a level-4 mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar raised his index finger to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t go blabbing about what you’re about to see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s more tight-lipped than me…? But what are you trying to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If scan magic won’t work, we’ll have to use something more advanced.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dormant mana began to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the four usual circuits, his fifth and sixth circuits—which were in the stabilization phase—began to heat up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, what? You, you—?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Fran sensed the two hidden circuits, his eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent wind surged into Oscar’s open palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the wind quickly took on the shape of a sphere, a look of joy flashed in Oscar’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the very magic that had made him the greatest mage in human history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Wind Archive.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the smile on Oscar’s lips, Fran asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—wait, when did you reach level 6… no, even level 5?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few days ago. Hit both in one go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fran opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words, then sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know what? I give up. You’ve always been like this anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then stared at the wind sphere in Oscar’s palm with a look of resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what kind of spell is that, that you’re staring at it like it’s your lover?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s wind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I have eyes, okay? I can see that. I meant what does it do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a spell that allows you to read everything the wind has recorded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he’d often said, the wind really did know everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To explain in more detail—this lets me read, in words or visual replay, everything the wind spirits have seen, heard, or felt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s… even possible?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, no one else in human history had ever been able to use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar gently brushed the wind sphere with his other hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Replay the recorded images—specifically, scenes of the room’s owner sleeping after the bedding was changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words—whoooosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind scattered like threads and re-created a moment from the past before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar shushed Fran as he folded his arms and observed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the room falling asleep after changing the bedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up to that point, it was a perfectly ordinary scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as time passed and the man slipped into a deep sleep in the dead of night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squirm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black aura seeped out from the blanket and pillow, creeping into every orifice of the man's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no mistaking what the black energy was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Demonic energy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That process repeated itself for weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the man finally died, the demonic energy within the bedding simply vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as I thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blanket and pillow had been designed so that the demonic energy would naturally dissipate over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, by the time anyone investigated after the user’s death, there would be no evidence left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those damn Black Fingers! Always making such twisted stuff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oscar turned to the fuming Fran and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s tragic for the owner of this room, but at least we discovered it in time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they could still prevent a nationwide tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the time the viscount's second son started using the bedding to the time he died, it had taken about a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Jordin had less than a week left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Translator - Night]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Proofreader - Gun]\u003C\u002Fp>",1872,"2026-06-05T20:00:10.789Z",1,"novelbin.me","1cb3869b7f5773f00406a52d8f620bd924a9dc4aaa4f8fa7ce027657051242bc","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-189","the-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-chapter-187",375,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-problematic-child-of-the-magic-tower-cover.jpg"]