I Became an Unofficial Healer

After entering the city,

I realized why the guard had let me in so easily.

The people walking on the streets.

I looked at the clothes they were wearing.

Mostly light brown tops with dark-colored bottoms.

They were similar to what I was currently wearing.
The plain brown shirt I had worn before going to bed and the dull-colored pants I had been too lazy to take off, so I slept in them.

He probably mistook me for a resident of this city.

As I walked along the streets, I discovered something new.

There were several buildings that appeared to be shops in the city.
Among them were signs with menus hanging and store names written in letters.

And just as I understood what the guard said, I could understand what was written on the signs.
I could read what dishes were listed on the menus.

Fortunately, a translation function came automatically.

I asked a passerby where the adventurer’s guild was.

Kindly, the person told me where the adventurer’s guild was, so I headed straight there.

Until then,
I was reassured that everything was going well.

I entered the adventurer’s guild and approached a pretty woman with a constant smile who obviously looked like a receptionist.

“How may I help you?”

“Ah, I want to become an adventurer.”

“An aspiring adventurer, I see.”

“Yes. Oh! Do I need to pay… money to register?”

“No. Your first adventurer license is issued for free. If you lose it, there will be a fee.”

“Phew.”

My worry about not having money to register was immediately resolved.

“Then please write your name, desired profession, and role here for your license.”

The receptionist handed me a paper with separate fields for each item that needed to be filled.

But I encountered a problem.

The issue was how to write the letters.

“Um… well. I can read, but I don’t know how to write.”

The translation function didn’t grant me the ability to write.

“I see. Then I will fill it out for you, so please tell me. What is your name?”

Fortunately, the receptionist kindly turned the paper around and picked up a pen.

“Lee Jin-sang.”

“Mr. Lee Jin-sang. Yes. Now, what profession do you want?”

“Um, I’m sorry, but what professions are there?”

The receptionist kindly explained without showing any sign of annoyance at my question.

To summarize, there were roughly warrior, mage, cleric, archer, scout, etc., which were further divided into specifics like two-handed swordsman, lancer, and so on.

Moreover, as if she sensed my level from my question, the receptionist added an explanation about roles.

“For roles, there are mainly tank, dealer, healer, and supporter. Do you understand what they mean?”

“Yes! Thank you!”

Thanks to the kind receptionist’s explanation, my mood softened, and somehow a hope emerged that life would gradually get brighter.

“Then please tell me your desired profession and role.”

“My profession is mage.”

“Yes, a mage.”

With a happy heart, I smiled brightly and said proudly.

“My role is healer.”

“Yes, hea… ah, exc… ahem. I see. Yes, a healer. That’s impressive.”

Huh? I felt something strange.

The receptionist’s speech flowed smoothly but suddenly cut off.
But at that time, I didn’t think to question it.

“Yes, I understand your profession and role. Now, could you please present your license?”

“What…? License?”

“Yes, your license.”

“…Do I need a license to become an adventurer?”

“No. Proof that you are a mage and healer. Please present your healing mage license.”

“…”

‘What is this?’ I couldn’t help but think.

The strange notion that a mage needed a license to become a healer.

When I froze in confusion,

The perceptive receptionist asked me,

“Perhaps… you don’t have a healing mage license?”

“Ah, about that…”

I tried to somehow avoid this situation like I did with the guard.

“I…! I’m extremely good at healing magic! I learned properly under my master until I was sick of it!”

“I see. Then you must have a license.”

“Well, my master was eccentric and raised me, an orphan, in the mountains and only taught me healing magic! I’m a country bumpkin, so I only learned today that a license was needed!”

The lies flowed effortlessly.
I didn’t know I was this good at making things up.

“I see. So you’re saying you don’t have a license?”

“Yes.”

“Then unfortunately, I cannot issue you a license as a mage and healer.”

“Really! I’m really, really, really good at it! I’m truly very good!”

“It’s not possible.”

“Does that mean I can’t become an adventurer at all?”

“No. If you don’t have a license, how about being a dealer instead of a healer? Or I recommend becoming a supporter by using auxiliary magic.”

“I told you I only learned healing magic from my master!”

“Couldn’t you study? Or I recommend switching to a warrior.”

“Why… a warrior?”

“You would wield a weapon while freely casting the healing magic you’re confident in on yourself. You don’t need a license to cast on yourself.”

“Why!?”

Are you crazy!?

I wanted to be a healer precisely because I didn’t want to do crazy berserker stuff like that!?

“Because medical accidents caused by casting on yourself are your own responsibility.”

“Medical accidents? What medical accidents? Doesn’t healing magic just heal when used?”

“I don’t know what kind of master taught you, but a mage using healing magic on others, unlike a cleric’s divine arts, requires very specialized knowledge.”

‘What nonsense is this?’ was all I could think.

“Wh-what’s the difference between a cleric’s healing and this?”

“A cleric’s divine arts borrow the miracle of the god, so you just use it while wishing. But…”

“But…?”

“A mage’s healing requires the mage to precisely determine how much mana is needed for the part that needs healing and what kind of spell formula is required. If you accidentally put in a little more mana or structure the spell formula incorrectly…”

“If you do…?”

“The flesh swells up, or the person gets cancer, or instead of healing, the skin rots and festers.”

“Is this for real.”

“It is real. …What kind of master did you learn from?”

“Uh, um… my master just told me to follow whatever he did, so…”

“That’s a very irresponsible master. This makes it even more necessary for you, Mr. Lee Jin-sang, to have a license.”

“B-but isn’t the fact that I’m still fine until now proof! I now realize what a damned reckless master he was! It means I nearly died several times! Isn’t the fact that I’m perfectly fine proof of my skill?”

While cursing a nonexistent master I just made up today, I pleaded with the receptionist, clasping my hands together.

“S-so couldn’t you let me pass as a mage healer?”

“No.”

The receptionist was quite firm.

“Mr. Lee Jin-sang, even if I were to turn a blind eye now, you wouldn’t be able to properly work as an adventurer.”

“W-why not?”

“Because when forming parties, they first check the license if a mage is a healer.”

“Oh.”

Fuck.

“So how about choosing mage dealer for now? Since you seem to be very confident in your healing magic skills, you should be able to obtain a license easily.”

“Uh, um…”

Just from what I heard, the healing mage license exam seemed extremely difficult.

But I was convinced that even if I continued to insist,
This stubborn receptionist would never let me pass.

“Then please do that.”

“Yes.”

A moment later, an adventurer license was issued with my name, “Mage Dealer” written on it, and marked as F-rank.

“Your adventurer license has been successfully issued, Mr. Lee Jin-sang.”

“Um, yes. Thank you.”

After giving me the license, the receptionist said to me,

“Since you can read, I recommend using the guild’s archive before obtaining your healing mage license. There’s a beginner’s guide to obtaining a healing mage license. There are also books about herbs and monsters that will help you in your future activities as an adventurer.”

The receptionist was really strict about letting me pass, but she was an angel when it came to guidance.

“Using the archive is free, so feel free to use it as much as you want. Please be careful not to damage the books.”

“Ah, yes. But by the way…”

“Yes?”

Relying on the receptionist’s very kind nature, I asked,

“I don’t have a single coin right now, and I have nowhere to stay… I’m really sorry, but is there any place I could work until I get my license?”

“In that case…”

And that’s how I came to work in the restaurant inside the adventurer’s guild, thanks to the incredibly kind receptionist.

I later learned her name was Celine.

And as I worked at the restaurant and spent my remaining time reading books in the archive to acquire knowledge about this world, I realized.

That this is truly a crazy world for me to live as a healer.