Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 91: Demonic Tongue [2]

Chapter 91: Demonic Tongue [2]

"Nnh…."

Vanitas groggily opened his eyes. He had blacked out for only a few seconds.

——I'll take him.

——Ah? Do you know this person?

——Yes, he's a colleague.

His vision was blurry, but he could feel arms supporting him. Turning his head, he blinked, catching a hazy glimpse of snow-white hair.

"...."

When his vision cleared, he realized who it was.

"..\.Margaret?"

"You're awake," Margaret said, steadying him with his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll take you to a hospital."

Vanitas's mind was swirling with questions. Where did Margaret come from? How did she find him? 

But there was no time to dwell on it.

"....No," he muttered. "Just take me to a taxi."

"No?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You're not in good shape."

"Just…. a taxi. I'll handle it."

Margaret hesitated but eventually nodded. "Fine, but I'm coming with you. Just to make sure you get where you need to go safely."

Vanitas couldn't find the strength to argue. "Do whatever you want."

She hailed a taxi, helping him inside before climbing in next to him. 

"Haaa…."

Vanitas leaned back, breathing heavily. 

During the train ride, he had used the Silverleaf Grimoire to recover. It restored 5% of his mana, but the symptoms didn't go away. 

The gauntlet's effects were still working too, but there was only so much they could do after he had drained his reserves in an instant. 

Still, the items helped him stay awake.

Margaret glanced at him, worry evident on her face. "Where do you need to go?"

"A clinic" Vanitas said between shallow breaths. "I'll give you the address."

Margaret nodded, instructing the driver to follow Vanitas's directions. 

——!

As the taxi sped off, she kept her steady hold on him, worried he might just bang his head on the window.

***

Becoming the personal doctor for someone with a rare illness—a condition Yves had spent half his life researching—was challenging, especially when his clinic was an hour away by train.

In a life-threatening situation, that long, agonizing train ride could mean the difference between life and death for the patient.

This patient wasn't just anyone. He wasn't just a client but also a benefactor and possibly a future partner in uncovering the secrets of this illness.