The Doctor Cured the Villainess and Ran Away

22 – 22. Final Selection (2)

The final selection test to determine Asella’s court physician.

They were facing considerable hardships.

“Ha.”

Letting out a sigh at the sight of the Emerald Dragon’s Haecheon that came out as a task.

Dragons are creatures closely connected to magic and spells.

The flames breathed out by the Wyverns can also be considered a kind of magic.

Because dragons love feed filled with mana, every year, there are at least five wizards who unknowingly wander around the dragon’s nest and get devoured.

The emerald dragon has the ability to consume healing spells.

Even if he is called a sage, how did he manage to capture the dragon race? It is truly worthy of being called the imperial court of the empire.

“To me, it was an ungrateful act.”

He doesn’t have any pain but like a hungry pig, he only wishes to devour healing spells.

Greedily, endlessly!

The problem is that a conversation with Kise happened before the exam.

“Of course, my lord will only use the medicine he demonstrated in the practical exam. We are different from you!”

Provoked like that, I confidently replied.

“hahahaha, of course. I’ll show you that I will pass only by using medicine.”

I made that declaration, but now it would be embarrassing if I were to use healing spells.

Behind the blindfold, the chief physician sent by the imperial court must be scoring me.

I can’t give up here, so what should I do?

“Hey.”

When I called Haecheoling, he looked at me with sullen eyes and snorted.

It seems that the spells he took from the previous candidates have already been digested. The smell was very foul.

“I don’t know. Maybe he might like this too.”

I held out a rose candy to Haecheoling.

Sniff, after sniffing the torn part of his long nose, he flicked the candy with his claws.

This is driving me crazy.

Do you know how valuable this candy is?

“Ah, don’t do that and just try it. Hey, try try okay?”

I grabbed Haecheoling’s neck, opened his mouth, and put the candy on his tongue.

– Kieeack! Kreeeack!

Now he’s resisting. Or perhaps it’s a sign of refusal… right?

Wasn’t this the dragon language? Or maybe he’s so sensitive to the scent of roses that not even honey can cover it.

In the end, due to my approach, a senior healer intervened and imposed sanctions.

Wait, there might be other medicines that he might like.

As we continued the test, we ended up having a fight, and in the end, Haecheoling escaped from my hands.

“Hey, hold on a second.”

Crash!

While trying to catch a hazelnut, the stool tipped over, and my eyes met with the people beyond the blind who were grading the test.

Next to my father was an old man who appeared to be the supervising physician.

Both of them stared blankly at me with their mouths open.

“Uh, hello.”

Awkward greetings were exchanged.

“Your hair is white, are you perhaps the candidate… no, is the candidate the viscount’s relative?”

“Umm…”

My father pressed his temple as if he were in trouble. It was only natural since the test, which should have been conducted anonymously for fairness, was held this way.

What a disappointment, the supervising physician is useless now.

It would be a shame to fail this far into the final selection test because of the test format.

“I’ve seen him before. He’s a physician at my internal medicine clinic, Palckenhain.”

If he is the person in question, there is material to use.

Tap tap.

As I rolled my head, the sharp sound of heels echoed throughout the hallway, and everyone paid attention. The door was quickly opened.

Assela looked around the test room with an unsatisfied expression.

“Your Highness.”

Palckenhain greeted Assela.

It was a polite greeting, but it felt like he didn’t go to great lengths to do so. Considering that he was in charge of the Second Prince, it was a natural attitude.

Assela looked at me with narrowed eyes and then spoke to Palckenhain.

“Palckenhain. What was the intention of not calling me to the seat to decide my physician?”

“That is…”

Palckenhain showed a clueless expression at Assela’s attitude, clearly expressing her anger.

My father spoke in his place.

“Your Highness. To ensure fairness in the selection of physicians, Palckenhain has prepared the task content, and it was being conducted as a blind test.”

“Are you saying that it’s okay not to call me

“You know very well that the position of the Imperial Royal Physician is more than just a mere attendant to the emperor. It is a position with power beyond that of a simple servant. As the highest-ranking healer in the Imperial Medical Institute, I will be in charge of running a faction of healers consisting of around two hundred people.”

Falckenhein was reporting the facts to Asella without any ulterior motives.

“That’s why, as the senior royal physician, it is necessary for me to verify the candidates. I have entrusted the Gotberg Academy with the preliminary selection due to their credibility. However, if there are any disqualifying reasons that would tarnish the dignity of the Imperial Medical Institute for the chosen royal physician…”

“What else do I need besides my physician handling my affairs?”

Asella raised her head and glared at Falckenhein.

Feeling pressured by her momentum, he closed his mouth.

“As for the internal matters of the Institute, you can handle them among yourselves. My physician will be under my management. And the person I want to select as the final candidate is only one.”

Swiftly, Asella raised her arm and pointed at me with her index finger.

“Las Gotberg.”

Silence descended. The other candidates and the higher-ranking healers who had been observing the selection process felt heavy tension, sending chills down their spines.

The first to speak was Falckenhein.

“So, you really favor Gotberg. Your Highness, do you wish to choose him as the candidate?”

His expression, asking this question, seemed oddly relieved.

No, he went beyond that, being the only one with a bright and cheerful face.

What’s going on?

“Wait a moment, I cannot accept this!”

Gis, who had been watching the situation unfold, emerged from behind the blinds and walked forward.

“Just now, Chief, you didn’t demonstrate any remarkable achievements regarding the assignment! You even failed an exam that was supposed to be anonymous. If you had already chosen the winner from the beginning, what is the point of this selection?”

“I agree!”

The third candidate also raised his voice.

What was his name again? I forgot.

Strictly speaking, their opinions were not necessarily incorrect.

As Gis, he could feel unjust treatment as well.

But since I’ve come this far, I don’t want to back down without a fight.

Asella glanced swiftly at the other candidates.

Approaching Gis, she asked in a cold voice.

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“Are you willing to become Her Highness’ personal physician?”

Gis was taken aback by Asella’s actions and stepped back slightly before answering.

“Yes, of course.”

“I am asking if you are ready to devote your life to me, Asella von Bürttemfelt, the Imperial Princess of the Empire.”

“…That too, of course.”

Gis’s voice, overwhelmed by Asella’s imposing presence, gradually creeps in.

Asella openly sneers at Gis and casts a spell.

“Ice spear.”

Three magic circles immediately form in Asella’s raised right hand.

The air flows and congeals, swiftly taking the shape of sharp icicles.

Seeing it, Gis swallows hard. He finally realizes, through his skin, the position he has challenged.

However, Asella’s subsequent action is somewhat unexpected.

Swoosh!

Asella thrusts her right hand forward, tearing her left arm with the sharp ice spear.

The entire space freezes solidly, like her ice, in the sudden turn of events.

From Asella’s snowy-white forearm, drops of red blood trickle down.

“Fix it.”

Asella commands indifferently.

Gis raises his trembling, bluish face and his hands slowly.

“…I pray to the merciful goddess.”

Gis casts a healing spell. Divine power flows out, enveloping Asella.

In that instant.

—Crack!

The pure white divine power distorts in the air as if squeezed by a fist and seeps into Asella, transforming into a golden glow.

“Why…?”

“You try it too.”

Asella signals to another candidate.

They also attempt a healing spell, but the outcome is the same. The healing magic has no effect.

Asella’s immense magical power instinctively rejects low-level spells, causing them to malfunction.

Finally, Asella looks at me.

“You are indeed a tyrant.”

I shrug and approach Asella.

I take out a handkerchief from my pocket.

I carefully wipe away the blood droplets trickling down Asella’s arm, which has already reached her elbow.

“It stings a little.”

Pulling out a red ointment, I dabbed it on the wiped blood from the wound. I felt Asela’s arm twitch, but her face remained still.

The wound wasn’t that deep.

Just a light cut.

It shouldn’t cause any complications.

I took out a linen band and used it for emergency treatment.

A knot was tied on Asela’s left arm.

“Finished.”

Asela’s arm stained with orange.

It meant that the treatment had taken effect.

Asela licked her lips and looked back at Palkenhein.

No further words were needed.

Palkenhein rose from his seat and clapped his hands.

“That was an excellent demonstration. There were some issues in the process, but with this content, I can fully understand.”

He turned to his father and spoke.

“It seems the Princess’s personal physician has been decided. Congratulations, Götberg.”

“Thank you.”

Even the higher-level healers began to applaud as the selection ended.

I glanced at the other candidates.

Some gnashed their teeth in annoyance, but one nodded towards me with acceptance.

He was someone who knew how to admit defeat.

“Master Las.”

A sharp voice rang in my ear, and I quickly turned around to respond.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“You don’t seem too pleased?”

“Why would I be? Having the Princess in our midst is a great honor for the castle’s wellbeing.”

Asela’s golden eyes looked up at me.

Hmm, she imposes quite a burden.

She slightly raised the corners of her mouth and ordered me with a wicked expression befitting a villainess.

“I’ll show you the palace. Follow me.”