The Mage of Summer Vacation (3)

Cough, cough!

A violent coughing fit burst out first thing in the morning.

To think I'd catch a cold in midsummer.

I never thought I'd be the one to catch that summer cold dogs supposedly don't even get.

“Ugh...”

My head throbbed as if it were about to split open.

Heat surged through my whole body, cold sweat poured down like rain, and my pajamas were damp and clinging to my skin.

I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead and let out a long groan.

Why can't magic cure even a simple cold?

At times like this, I feel like being a high-ranking mage doesn't matter at all...