[T/N: The author switches between third person’s POV and first person’s POV a lot so whenever it’s first person’s POV, the words will be look like this: ‘italicized’. Here’s the ]
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“If this is a massage parlor, take care of me too.”
Nikola didn’t like the derogatory term used for his job, but he frowned upon the content and act of the sentence even more.
Although the room is small, the room receives enough sunlight, and the room is very clean. There is no assistant, so there’s only one bed for treatment. The patient who is laying on the bed receiving the treatment should be pleased with their body’s improved condition, and should return for more treatments. The patient is not getting off the bed though, whether or not the surgical operation failed, they were dissatisfied as they didn’t receive the treatment they expected. Troublesome.
“Well, we don’t do massages here.”
The patient didn’t listen to Nikola’s reply as Nikola refuses with a troubled face. The patient pulls on Nikola’s arm, while trying to relax with one hand on the front of his pants. ‘The fact that I’m forced to massage someone, it’s alright, I’m accustomed to being forced to massage frequently. However, I will refuse.’
“Huh? If it’s someone who’s cute like you, there’s a lot of people who would want a massage! Just do it!”
‘Seriously?’ Nikola shook his head with a puzzled look. ‘I don’t think that my face is special or pretty but it’s not ugly either.’ It’s the usual face of a man with pale green eyes and brown hair. The body is thin because it’s hard to gain muscles, but there is no feminine feature, it’s a man no matter where you look.
The arm that is being grabbed and pulled on hurts. While trying to not put on a painful expression, Nikola refuses to give in.
The patient seems to already be a little excited. Nikola tries to distract himself by looking away because looking at such a sight is disturbing. ‘Wow, I think I saw something red and black…’ *Giving a massage isn’t necessarily a bad idea but the locals interpret it in the wrong way. There is consideration that doing things like that are only for people in love, so massages for the locals have been rejected due to easy misunderstandings.
*The massage that the author is talking about is associated with sexual intercourse. More information about why massages are interpreted in such a sexual way will later be explained in this chapter.
All the way from birth to the age of 23 years old, Nikola has never done anything like that. He has been helping with the reception of his grandfather’s treatment clinic since he was in his early teens, but he has repeatedly asked his grandfather to help him deal with the patients who approached him, but now he is completely out of luck. ‘It’s not that I’m interested, I’m scared.’
Today’s patient is strong and persistent. It’s not understandable how their breathing can get all rough from excitement.
“Hey……Please stop!”
Nikola’s voice raised up with strong rejection, then bang! The door of the waiting room opened with a loud noise.
A slender man with dark blue hair bundled up loosely casted a wave of magic.
“……Kieran.”
Nikola’s chest feels relieved that he got saved, and Kieran is raging in anger. There is no such thing as a magic wave that can be sensed. This shows that Kieran’s anger is too strong.
It seems that the patient seemed to be surprised by the sudden intrusion so the force from his hand went away. Nikola went a huge distance away from the patient, gently shaking off the hand. Naturally, Nikola went near Kieran, as it meant entering the safe zone.
“Look at that, you were trying to get your hands on Nikola?”
“*Hiccup……”
*It’s a sound effect.
Nikola grasps Kieran’s arm and Kieran stops the man from approaching by the burning glare of his violet eyes.
“Kieran, it’s okay. It’s nothing.”
“Why is a magician in a place like this….?!”
The patient whose eyes are black and white and is clad in a black robe raised his voice. Among the precious sorcerers out there, there are those who serve in the Royal Palace and wear black robes as an insignia of the strong.
“Nikola is an excellent *manipulative surgeon who can cure the failure of the magic element. You, did you used to work at the Royal Palace? If you guys raise a problem, I can protect you at the Royal Palace.”
*He doesn’t mean the type of manipulative where you control or influence someone but he means the term as a type of treatment where you can help circulate the magic element in one’s body.
A wave of magic envelopes Kieran. The magic is stroking his arm to appease him as Kieran’s fingertips are ready to release magic at any moment.
“Kieran, don’t threaten my patients.”
Although the man is addressed as a patient, Nikola thinks that the frightened man will never come back to the clinic again. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t respond to the service you wanted, but I hope you find a treatment institute that does.’
“Do not show dirty and shabby things to Nikola ever again! Get the fuck out of here!”
“Hey……What?”
As Kieran was blackmailing the patient, the man grabbed his baggage and ran away. Since many situations are like this, the treatment fee is always paid in advance.
“Are you okay, Nikola?”
Kieran, who finally stopped releasing his magic, held Nikola’s face with a hand on his cheek. Kieran’s neat and well-groomed face easily crumbles in front of Nikola. Although Kieran’s face is slender, it seems to boast great popularity from women and men, as they call him the icy moon beauty. ‘I have heard that people give that name to cool people.’
He’s far from being cool, though. It’s written in his face how he always worries and worries. Every time Nikola hears a rumor about how cool this expressive Kieran is, he can’t help but wonder.
“I’m glad I was in the waiting room, but was it dangerous?”
I was scolded about how I need to reject with a more resolute attitude, but Kieran has always been there to help me so things haven’t gotten serious. It’s a blessing.
Kieran has been a patient since the time Nikola’s grandfather opened the clinic. He’s 26 years old, a little older than Nikola. It’s rumored that Kieran’s magic abilities is the top of all magicians, since Nikola and Kieran have interacted with each other since the first half of their teens, Kieran is a familiar existence just like an older brother figure to Nikola.
“Thank you for your concern.”
‘To say it strongly it’s a fact that I’m always saved by Nikola. I don’t know if the rumors about Kieran’s strength or him being an icy moon beauty are true, but the patient who was sent back by Kieran will probably never re-appear in this clinic again.’
“It’s hard to tell the difference, and sometimes I misunderstand it, so it can’t be helped.”
Nikola bitterly laughed instead of sighing.
Nikola’s clinic has been properly certified and even has a sign board. However, it seems like the city people, in terms of whether or not a clinic has been certified, don’t care for such matters. The clinic is often confused as a massage parlor, which is operated by people who can’t handle manipulative surgery. The massage that the patient asked for earlier is not apart of the treatment. It’s a manipulator’s job to loosen up the elements in one’s body, and to cleanly circulate the magic inside of the body. However, even if you can’t perform manipulative surgery, the elements in your body can loosen up from some massaging, and the magic power will go around in contact with sexual arousal. The effect is also pretty good. But, Nikola is proud of his job to heal people, so it’s very disappointing to be confused as a massage shop offering sexual arousal rather than a clinic offering treatment.
“Only some one who properly knows abut the treatment will come for a second time.”
‘I’ve never said it’s frustrating out loud, but Kieran understood my thoughts, and stroked my head. The comfort of his hand is really nice. The older brother figure who has been taking care of me since childhood is gentle as usual today. The sensation quickly calmed me down.’
Nikola’s treatment clinic has been opened since his grandfather’s generation, so there are many elderly patients, but the clinic is thriving. People always spread the word around and there’s his grandparents’ relatives, so there’s always patients. ‘I think that it’s better for the clinic to not be prosperous, but the income is good.’ The desire to find a suitable treatment for each patient rather than securing a patient is present, or else those patients who can’t find the services they want can go find another clinic.
Nikola once again tightened his mind to take care of Kieran and the regulars who have kept on coming than think of satisfying the new patients.
“Nikola, are you okay?”
“*Young people are rare, so I was a little worried.
*I’m guessing it means how young people rarely seek treatment from clinics.
As if Nikola just managed to observe the calm timing, two shadows peeped out from the waiting room.
“Grandma Marie, *Grandpa Wall, it’s okay. I was in a bit of trouble, but Kieran helped me out.”
*Sorry, I can’t help find a better translation for the Grandpa’s name.
Moving away from Kieran’s side, Nikola stoops in front of the two elders and smiled. Although things like this are common, the two regulars have known Nikola from an early age and were worried. Making sure that Nikola’s smile wasn’t cloudy, Marie and Wall laughed gently with a face full of wrinkles.
“Oh my. I look forward to seeing *Ki-chan.”
*That’s the nickname the elders gave Nikola.
“Oh, but it’s her turn first.”
Nikola’s treatment clinic has many patients, but the only practitioner is Nikola. There was trouble today in addition to the waiting time to be able to receive treatment. ‘Although it’s too late, I should at least maintain the orders.’ Marie and Wall shook their heads loosely.
“We have time.”
“That’s right. Ki-chan may be busy, but it’s easy to adjust to, and I can’t do it properly.”
The two of them kindly laughed and were chatting, Kieran said, “Please don’t hesitate to go ahead.” The smile is returned to the elderly couple. Marie and Wall went back to the waiting room.
“Oh. But today, I want you to meet someone.”
Kieran goes back to the waiting room, as if he recalled something.
“With you?”
Nikola tilted his head when Kieran came back with someone wearing a bright green robe behind him.
Green is a healing color. The only people allowed to wear that kind of robe are special–the occupation of Nikola’s longing.
“Oh. This is Aldo, the Royal healer.”
Kieran’s tone was casual when introducing the other person. Nikola’s eyes were nailed to the person behind Kieran.
“Oh, oh, it’s the Royal healer……”
“I’ll take care of you.”
A man with bright green eyes with golden hair stepped in front of Nikola in a relaxed manner.