Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 101: Festival [3]

Chapter 101: Festival [3]

——Yes, I've done what you asked.

"Alright," Vanitas said, listening to Yves through the communication crystal. "Do whatever you want with it. But I'd prefer if you burned it."

Yves had moved to Valenora and registered as a physician at the Government Hospital. 

With official validation as Vanitas Astrea's doctor, it wasn't hard for him to request Vanitas's medical records from his hospitalization a few months ago. He took both the originals and the copies.

——It's better to keep them. Helps me track your health. But, alright.… So, you lost an arm a few months back, huh?

"It's been reattached. Works fine," Vanitas said, swinging his arm around.

The reattachment was possible through Aether essence, but the process required more than just magic.

 Just as hospitals couldn't treat what they didn't understand, doctors needed deep knowledge of biology—cells, tissues, muscles—and the methods to restore a severed limb.

Soliette had studied medicine herself to understand the process, after all. It was a needed skill for mages to understand the basics of healing in case of certain events.

"Anyway, how's the expansion going?"

——Wouldn't call it an expansion. But it's better than that shabby place I used to run.

Yves had grown from a small clinic to a proper medical center. He wasn't accepting patients yet, besides Vanitas—but things seemed to be going well.

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything."

—Your next test is next week. Come early. I have plans in the evening.

"Got it."

.....

"I can't believe I have to repeat myself. I'm not entertaining anything. Aren't you tired? Just get lost."

For the past few weeks, ever since returning from Mori Forest, investigators had been after Vanitas, requesting his presence.

"We understand, Lord Astrea," one of them said. "But you know the nature of this case—"

"And you know my stance. I passed out during the entire ordeal. Is this how I'm treated after protecting my students alone from an Archdemon?"

Vanitas narrowed his eyes as he reached for his car door.

"No, after protecting the Imperial Princess?"

"There's no need to be defensive, Lord Astrea. We only want a—"

"A statement? Seems to me like I'm being accused of something. If you really wanted a statement, you'd be questioning the other servants, not me."

The investigator hesitated, exchanging glances with his colleagues.

"Lord Astrea, this isn't an accusation. We just need clarity on what happened that night. Surely, you've noticed something. Anything that points to a dark mage."

Vanitas scoffed. "Then stop wasting your time on me. I told you—I was unconscious. A dark mage? Go ask the servants. And don't even think about suspecting my students."

The investigator let out a sigh. "We're only trying to confirm—"

"Confirm what? That I was unconscious? That I fought an Archdemon? That I protected the Imperial Princess?" Vanitas shifted the conversation. "I already gave you my answer."

"...."

The investigator stayed silent for a moment before nodding.

"....Understood, Lord Astrea. But if we need further clarification—"

"You won't. Now, get lost before I'll file all of you for harassment."

Vanitas pulled open the car door. The investigators watched but said nothing as he got in and slammed the door shut. Bang—!

Their suspicions weren't unfounded. He couldn't blame them for thinking something was off—especially considering the original Vanitas's actions.