Chapter 78

While the extra students were leaving the classroom, Dylan stopped thinking about all sorts of nonsense and simply began to watch Felix in Vivienne's arms and how contentedly he was chewing on her fingers. This couldn't help but lift his spirits, the creature's behavior really did resemble a cat, creepy, covered in black plates, with wings and a spear-like tail, but a cat. He even almost forgot the sight of Felix being assembled piece by piece, like some kind of living Lego constructor. The way he shifted cutely on his back while lying in Vivienne's arms and cutely held her hand with his claws so that he could chew comfortably was very funny.

"Well, now that the rest of the students have left, I will begin the healing lesson. Many of you have not attended my classes at all, so today I will try to understand what level of knowledge and skills you are at. I have a comfortable office in the lab where my employees usually study. So we will go there, so as not to waste time. Please follow me." Vivienne said and went to another part of the lab.

Dylan, along with the rest of the students followed her, among the 10 people, only Emilia, Cassandra and Caeti remained from his acquaintances. Briefly nodding to himself, Dylan thought about why Emilia, as a Light mage, needed healing. But after thinking about it for a few seconds, he realized that it was none of his business, and he himself was here too, although first of all he was not even a full mage, but rather swung a sword.

Laughing at his own stupid prejudices, Dylan walked into the new lab room. It looked like a classroom for various chemists, or perhaps doctors. Just a white room with tables piled high with various equipment.

Entering the classroom, Vivienne cast several telekinesis spells and quickly removed various devices and vials with unknown contents. Everything flew so quickly and neatly that Dylan's eyes ran wide from Vivienne's multitasking. For him, having at least two telekinesis spells was already a problem of concentration, and she cast more than 30, completely removing the classroom in a few seconds. Walking to the center of the room as if nothing had happened, Vivienne sat down at the main table and smiled sweetly, stroking Felix in her arms.

"Sit down wherever you feel comfortable and we will begin the lesson. As one of the best Healing Mages of the Holy Kingdom, I cannot allow my students to be mediocre in healing magic. Therefore, I will pay more attention to this than I probably should, so that I can be proud of you later."

After Vivienne's words, Dylan could feel a faint ripple of unknown mana from her and immediately heard her voice in his thoughts. Activating the parallel thinking skill, Dylan tried to remember the strange feeling he felt from her a moment ago, as he realized that it was the mind mana from the mass use of telepathy.

"Dylan let's get started, I know you haven't spent much time healing, but I want to understand what you're capable of first. Can you show me memories of you trying to heal people and we can discuss it together." Vivienne said through telepathy.

Dylan thought quietly for a few seconds, primarily about how safe it was for him to reveal his memories, but then he thought it didn't matter. A mage like Vivienne could find out anything she wanted, so he asked the next question.

"Of course, how can I do that?"

"It's very simple, you just need to focus hard on your memories and later I'll finish them with magic." Vivienne said, sending a feeling of joy from his agreement.

Dylan tried to do as she said, he tried to remember his injuries from the fight with the dangerous sloth and his severed arm. The memories were blurry at best and focused more on feelings of fear, pain and maybe anger at having his arm cut off by some bastard. Even his wisdom didn't help much with this, although it supposedly improved his memory.

The first time she tried, Vivienne couldn't capture his memories, but on her next try, she caught the images. Dylan continued to try, and eventually Vivienne asked him to stop and be ready for her "Memory World" spell.

Dylan opened his eyes and found himself in the familiar hut that had been built for him after he almost died, and so ineptly. He stood in front of his unconscious body, which lay on a poorly assembled semblance of a bed. He turned his head and saw Vivienne, still in a white dress, walking around him with interest, examining his severed arm.

"It's interesting, you're so young and you've already suffered such significant injuries. A real man." Vivienne said with a slight smile.

Dylan couldn't help but roll his eyes at the praise, and while it was nice, he couldn't take it at face value. After all, he had been told that being nearly torn apart was a good thing. Which he certainly didn't agree with.

Instead of answering, Dylan gently changed the subject, although he realized that he was an open book in front of Vivienne.

"This is a spell, how does it work?"

At Dylan's words, Vivienne laughed slightly and covered her smile with her hand.

"From the memories I saw, I can make a world of the mind, it is almost completely accurate, but what I do not know is replaced by my knowledge. So it is not as good as I would like, but for our purposes it will do just fine." Turning away from him, Vivienne walked over to his unconscious body and picked up his severed arm. "You remembered well what injuries you had and how you tried to heal them. I think we can skip to the moment when you actually tried to do it." Vivienne said and the next moment the room has changed. Dylan watched as he used healing spells on his own body for the first time, under the guidance of Max and Kaeti.

Vivienne looked at it as if nothing had changed a moment ago, while Dylan tried hard to figure out how he should react to this.

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Internally complaining about this situation, he focused his aura, mana sense and cast a level 2 spell "Three-dimensional Healer's View" to understand what mistakes he made earlier.

Even watching him now, he could already see how incompetent he was. With his improved control and sense of mana, he could easily see what needed to be fixed if his body was to even have a chance of healing. Dylan screwed up his face in disgust and wished someone would rip his other arm off for the mistakes he had made. The way the quick recovery spells were casting inconsistently was a nightmare.

If the troll hadn't healed him later, he would have probably died during the first battle, either from pain shock, or from blood loss, or God knows what else.

"What a failure I was." Dylan said in shock, making a face.

Vivienne looked away from his attempts and smiled slightly.

"I won't say that it isn't so, but I can praise you for how you distributed your mana for healing. So at least you remained alive and nothing threatened your health at that moment. It's not so bad."

Dylan nodded in response, but the longer he looked at the scene, the more questions he had.

"Yes, but why didn't Kaeti and Max tell me about this?"

Shaking her head a couple of times, Vivienne thought and answered.

"Hmm, I think they didn't want to dampen your enthusiasm. After all, you did what you could do, it was barely right, but in this way you saved them resources. Later, they would most likely be able to heal your body correctly, but how long it would take them, I don't know. In your memories, I can't understand how great a half-elf's mana regeneration is."

After thinking about her answer, Dylan could theoretically understand it, although he honestly doubted that it was easier to fix improperly healed wounds than new ones.

"It doesn't matter now, better tell me what mistakes you made?" Vivienne said, coming closer to his lying body.

Dylan nodded and began to talk about what he had done fundamentally wrong. First of all, pointing out the mistakes that he thought would later lead him to the grave at the first opportunity. By the end of his speech, Vivienne nodded contentedly and began to ask about what he could do to improve.

Dylan first pointed out the obvious solutions that he remembered from a short training and some books, but later found it difficult to answer. After all, he did not know how to restore bone density, or how to properly stitch nerves, Max and Kaeti did all this, and he simply improved the speed of body recovery. Of course, he assumed that if he correctly secured everything with mana structures and cast several "accelerated recovery" spells, everything would grow together after a while. But this was not the answer that Vivienne wanted to hear.

Shaking her head in mild disappointment, Vivienne spoke.

"No, that won't do. You need to know and understand how special spells work to at least heal yourself. You would spend at least two weeks on healing like that, and that's from non-fatal wounds. You might as well save your mana and rely on regular wound healing. Well, no big deal, it's all fixable."

After her words, Vivienne walked up to his body and a bright weave of an unknown spell blossomed in front of her hands. In his brief glance, it was at least level 3.

At that moment, Dylan realized what was going to happen next, he had signed up for tough training, according to the precepts of the strictest fantasy with the tag "Progression". Grimacing, Dylan thought that he had enough training with Benedict, it was certainly physically difficult, but he was not afraid of that. He was afraid of tough mental stress. But before, he thought how easy his magic training with Maria had been.

Hiding his thoughts as best he could, Dylan nodded with a smile and tried to repeat the spell for Vivienne.

...

As he walked out of Vivienne's lab, all the joy had drained from Dylan's face, replaced by a quiet despair. He had been in class for about 2 hours, but could swear that for him it was about 8. It made him want to punch everything, no, the training was going great, he couldn't argue. Because every time he lost concentration, something fucked his brain and a moment later he was good as new again and could soak up knowledge like a sponge. But how tired he was of it.

Before, at least I had excuses that I was tired and so on... But now, I'm fucked...

Dylan thought as he walked quickly through the lab. The thought of Kaeti and the Reincarnators came to his mind. He should talk to them and maybe apologize to Kaeti, but he didn't want to. His brain already felt pumped up, so it was only a little more and it would burst from overexertion... So he didn't want to stress himself out by talking to people, even if it was theoretically pleasant.

As Dylan exited the main door of the lab, a knight of the "Order of the Light Principle" met him and offered to lead him to the exit, to which he quickly agreed. Following him, Dylan took out the academy card and opened the holographic interface. His next lesson was the Art of Combat, and after that, Tactics. Putting the card in his pocket, Dylan took a deep breath and gathered his strength. He hated such cruel training...

But what won't you do to become an Archmage?

...

Dylan stumbled into the room like a typical outcast student who didn't care that he was considered one. Somewhere in the middle of the Martial Arts lesson, he stopped pretending that he was interested in learning and that he liked it. The polite smile disappeared from his face and only cruel indifference was visible. Martial Arts, unlike Vivienne's lessons, was taught by some guy of low [Special] level and he did it in the most boring way possible.

A lot of attack patterns that he thought were pointless. Typical techniques that he didn't even learn because as Benedict said, "they're useless for his physique." Examples of fighting against other warriors and their weapon types that he at least found slightly useful. In the middle of this lesson, Dylan simply got tired and stopped pretending to be a cheerful young man. After sitting through the lesson, still not getting a chance to spar in the small arena nearby, Dylan went to a tactics lesson, trying to fix his appearance as an uninterested asshole, but to no avail.

The tactics lesson went better, but it was still boring. It was hard to learn the basics, which he apparently didn't understand because he didn't see much point in them. So at the beginning of the lesson, Dylan strained his brain to understand at least something, or to remember how to act in a certain situation. But then he just started thinking about magic and what he managed to learn today, once again leafing through spells and their configurations in his head.

Now that he had come "home" he was thinking about falling asleep. Quickly undressing, putting his weapons and uniform on a chair, Dylan lay down on his bed and tried to fall asleep. Contrary to his expectations, he did not succeed, so he took the book of Healing Magic and began to read it so that he would not really be ashamed in front of Vivienne tomorrow. In the new Arcane Magic lesson.