Keeping Him Alive Without Letting Him Recover

Nearly a year had passed since I was assigned to the Relief Bureau.

The School of Truth-Seeking had grown tremendously over the past two years.

The number of ordinary members had steadily increased, not just the leaders among my fellow trainees.

I finished a practical lecture for the ordinary members and returned to Chris’s office.

As soon as I closed the door, Chris called out to me.

"Noah. We have another difficult request. This time... it’s diabetes."

—Diabetes, huh.

The rival factions, jealous of the healers in our school improving, regularly forced impossible requests on us.

Ordinarily, this sort of illness would be treated with ritual magic.

It wasn’t a matter of combining several people’s mana to make the effect stronger...