LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 41
Chapter 41 – The White Mage (10)
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Tirshi returned after dealing with the aftermath, just as the sun began to set.
“Sorry for the wait.”
She was still wearing the pink nurse’s uniform and lab coat. It suited her, but wasn’t she going to change? Sensing my gaze from behind the mask, Tirshi fidgeted with her coat.
“Does this outfit bother you?”
“I am curious about its purpose.”
I answered honestly, and Tirshi, taking off the coat, explained. The nurse’s uniform was a miniskirt dress, but the top was long-sleeved.
“It’s a lab coat. It’s sterilized with magic and used for preparing alchemical reagents and conducting experiments. Potions absolutely cannot have any foreign substances other than the solution and ingredients.”
“Aha.”
Like a sanitary uniform. Tirshi took off her nurse’s cap and unfolded it. It transformed into a pink chef’s hat, the kind a cafeteria worker might wear.
“This is to prevent even a single strand of hair from falling in. You put your hair up in a bun and wear it.”
“Sounds strict.”
“If any foreign substances get in, the potion can spoil or its quality will drop. So you have to be very careful. Unlike a certain alchemist who takes on more orders than he can handle and dumps them on his apprentice.”
Tirshi gritted her teeth, clearly annoyed. Even though our jobs and workplaces were different, Tirshi was basically a graduate student of sorts. Writing theses and getting stuck with her master’s grunt work.
I felt a surge of camaraderie with her.
‘Didn’t know she was an alchemist, though.’
Thinking back to the previous request, it made sense. Tirshi’s actions in the sewers hadn’t been those of someone with combat experience.
As an alchemist, she probably hadn’t used magic in battle much. Similar to Usrate.
She was probably called a mage because she used magic during adventurer work. Other adventurers didn’t register with the guild as “warrior (former farmer),” even if that was the case. And she *was* a mage, technically.
So, was she working as an adventurer to escape Usrate?
She was probably planning a career change, like switching companies from the Mage’s Guild to the Adventurer’s Guild to something else. It was impressive that she had the energy to work another job while already being overworked.
I stopped my train of thought and gestured towards the sofa.
“Please, have a seat. It feels weird for me to be the one offering.”
“It’s fine. It’s practically an empty room now that McIver’s being detained. Guild staff will probably be here soon to confiscate his things.”
“You must have had a hard time explaining everything to the guild. I’m grateful for your help.”
“No, we’re the ones who should be thanking you.”
Tirshi waved off my gratitude as I lowered my head respectfully. The soft pink of her uniform made her pale skin and hair seem almost warm.
“We’re truly grateful. Thanks to you, Mr. Wayne, that monster of a master is finally getting what he deserves. We’d like to visit you with the others to express our gratitude properly once things settle down, but… since you need to hide your identity, that won’t be possible.”
She sounded genuinely disappointed, so I waved my hand.
“His downfall is his own fault. He was selfish, arrogant, and treated others terribly. He would have gotten what was coming to him eventually, even without my intervention. Today just happened to be the day.”
Usrate was an aggro magnet. I figured he would have gotten his comeuppance eventually. Like internet trolls getting doxxed and ending up in a police lineup.
The same applied here. If he hadn’t been a dick to Tirshi, me, or anyone else, he wouldn’t have gotten this lesson.
“You’re very humble, Mr. Wayne.”
Tirshi smiled as she sat on the sofa. I shrugged.
“Master’s students can’t afford to be arrogant. We’re too busy trying to find a hole to hide in after realizing how stupid we are.”
“Hee hee. Does it change after you get your doctorate?”
“Of course. Once you become a professor, you turn into Usrate. I’ve rarely met a professor who genuinely cared about their students.”
Except for my role model, Professor Brahma-tone, they were all assholes or colossal assholes. It was baffling. Most professors had been graduate students themselves.
It was a mystery on par with the perpetuation of hazing in the military.
“That’s awful.”
“It is. That’s just how the world works.”
We shared a sigh, lamenting the woes of lab slaves and guild slaves, before getting to the main issue.
“Now, enough with the depressing talk. Shall we start with the explanation you requested?”
“Let’s.”
I agreed, and Tirshi, folding her hat back into a nurse’s cap and putting it on, asked,
“I heard the gist of it from that… man, but I’d like to hear it from you directly, Mr. Wayne.”
“Um…”
Her question made me realize what I had to tell her.
—My dick got fucking huge! I’m cumming buckets! Is this permanent? It’s hard to have sex with my girlfriend!
‘Shit.’
It was a tough topic for a delicate man like me, someone who embraced both feminism and machismo.
How many men could talk about this with a female doctor? Probably only assholes like Usrate who sexually harassed everyone.
“It’s… ahem. You see…”
But I couldn’t avoid it. I had come all this way; I wasn’t leaving empty-handed. I mustered my courage and said,
“My penis has grown.”
“—”
Tirshi’s smile froze on her face.
“…Your penis…?”
“Just to be clear, this is not sexual harassment.”
I quickly clarified, mimicking Tirshi from the sewers. I wasn’t as fast as her, but my desperation was comparable.
“Here’s what happened…”
I recounted what I had told Usrate and his response, as best as I could remember.
There were some gaps in my memory since it had been half a day, but I thought I covered the important parts.
“I see. So the magic’s side effect is… affecting your… penis.”
As Tirshi spoke, her eyes involuntarily drifted towards my lower body. While I got pissed when men stared, it was still awkward and uncomfortable even with a woman.
“Ahem.”
“Oh! I-I apologize!”
Tirshi quickly apologized. Now I understood how Francesca felt when people stared at her chest.
Unlike my dick, which I could hide, Francesca’s boobs were prominent even under a poncho. It was understandable why she was self-conscious around strangers. Everyone would be staring.
“W-well then, please follow me. Before I give my opinion, I need to conduct a thorough examination to assess the… condition.”
“…A thorough examination?”
It sounded oddly sexual because of the… affected area. What the hell did a dick examination entail? Was I supposed to drop my pants in front of Tirshi and summon my yellow-skinned anaconda?
“Oh no! Don’t misunderstand! I’ll just be analyzing the magic’s structure with a magical tool!”
Tirshi quickly corrected herself. I was relieved.
“Alright. What about the cost…?”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s a specialist among the people affected by McIver. I’ll ask them, and they’ll probably do it for free.”
Tirshi said as she put on a new mask—probably to hide her embarrassment—and stood up.
The word “free” was music to my ears, and I eagerly followed her.
Helping others had paid off. Doing good deeds was always the right thing to do.
***
The “specialist” didn’t look like a specialist at all.
“Hi~ You’re the white knight? You look kinda… tan.”
She was wearing a revealing robe. Her curly blonde hair was striking, and her eye makeup was… sensual.
“Hey there! I’m Lucy Aberline. Welcome~!”
“Arthur Wayne. Pleased to meet you.”
Her way of speaking was… unique. Was she a foreigner? To me, everyone with white skin was a foreigner, so it was hard to tell. Her accent suggested she might be from Romania.
“Lucy, can you do this for me?”
“Of course~. You messed up that asshole’s face, right? I saw it and had a good laugh! Gotta help a cool guy like you!”
She winked at me as she replied to Tirshi. I chuckled under my mask.
“That’s the magical tool for the examination! You just have to get inside!”
Lucy pointed at a metal cylinder. A fantasy MRI? It seemed that even in different worlds, people came up with similar ideas.
“Can I keep my clothes on?”
“Huh? …Oh! Sorry, I forgot to mention! You have to take off all your clothes inside—”
“Lucy, stop messing around. Mr. Wayne, you can keep your clothes on.”
Tirshi pinched Lucy, who seemed unfazed.
“Aww~ Too bad! You’re such a stick in the mud, Tirshi~. ”
“Not at all.”
“It is! I could have had some eye candy~! We mages gotta find joy in life! A life of just research is boring!”
“Hmph. I’m enjoying my life just fine.”
“Says the 23-year-old who’s never had a boyfriend~?”
“………….”
“Ow, ow, ow! Not the cheeks! That hurts~!”
I stepped inside the cylinder while listening to their playful banter. The chattering stopped as I got settled.
“Alright, let’s start~!”
Lucy’s cheerful voice rang out, and the magic circle inside the cylinder whirred to life.
“Mr. Wayne, can you activate that Beast Regression magic?”
I closed my eyes and focused at Tirshi’s request.
I had activated the magic without chanting when I jumped from the building to attack Usrate. It had felt like performing a routine task unconsciously.
Like how you don’t think about how to grab a doorknob every time you open a door.
I replicated that feeling and manipulated my mana catheters. I imagined green mana overflowing from the blood vessels throughout my body, permeating my cells and bursting outwards.
‘Drink, Nord. Obtain the mana…’
I muttered inwardly and activated the magic. The familiar sensation of completing the incantation washed over me—and the magic activated.
*Whoosh!*
I opened my eyes slightly and saw green mana overflowing from my body. The magic circle in the tool absorbed the mana and turned green.
My enhanced hearing picked up the women’s conversation amidst the whirring of the machine.
“Hmm~. This is an old enhancement magic, right? The waveform is similar to some crazy Viking rituals I’ve seen.”
“BSK?”
“Yeah. Similar waveform. Maybe a derivative of BSK?”
“I see. What about the AER-Comanie reading?”
“It’s all over his dick and balls!”
“Don’t… don’t be so blunt…”
“Whatever. Anyway, it’s big and beautiful… I could stare at that shape all day…”
What the hell were they talking about? It must have been jargon; my translation ability couldn’t decipher it. Was I okay? What was happening to my dick and balls?
*Whirr…*
—*Click.*
As I anxiously waited, the machine powered down. Well, it wasn’t powered by electricity, so it didn’t exactly “power down,” but it definitely stopped.
“Mr. Wayne, you can come out now.”
“Alright.”
As I stepped out, the two women reacted in opposite ways. Lucy gave me a suggestive look, while Tirshi avoided my gaze. What the hell was going on? Someone fill me in! I was dying of anxiety.
“The examination results show that the mana waveform of Beast Regression has reached its final stage,” Tirshi said, clearing her throat.
“The physical changes to your body have already reached their maximum.”
Could she speak in a way I could understand? The word “final stage” made me think of cancer, and I was getting seriously worried.
“…Could you explain that in more detail? I’m not familiar with magic.”
“Oh, I apologize. Simply put… there won’t be any further mutations to your body.”
No further mutations.
I repeated those words in my mind and shuddered!! It meant my dick wouldn’t grow or shrink anymore!!
‘Yes! Don’t worry, dick! You’re safe!!!’
My dick lived! It fucking lived! I was so relieved that I almost teared up under my mask.
Francesca and I would have a normal wedding! No more lesbian scissor-sex nightmare! This was a victory for otherworldly machismo!
‘—Ah, I’m satisfied.’
My dick was okay. That was all I needed to hear; today’s ordeal was worth it.
I could even forgive Usrate for triggering my trauma. He was just a treasure goblin, destined to be beaten up by me so I could get a free consultation.
I looked out the window at the nostalgic sunset. Had I ever appreciated a sunset in this world before?
Nope, never.
Yet, I was smiling as I looked up at the sky.
The world looked beautiful through the eyes of Big Dick.
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