Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 274：Just a class, that's all

August took out his magic wand and began to silently chant an incantation.

A brilliant golden light emerged from the tip of his wand and descended upon Marsha, enveloping her.

The dark aura at the center of Marsha’s forehead rapidly dissipated, melting away like snow under the golden light. Faintly, one could still see the struggling figure of a specter within the dissipating darkness.

This process lasted only a minute, after which the golden light receded, and the dark aura around Marsha completely dissipated.

However, Marsha’s vitality also became extremely weak, to the point where her breathing had stopped.

At that moment, Adolf pulled out his magic wand, silently recited an incantation, and infused Marsha’s body with a surge of life force.

Her pale face gradually regained color, her halted breath started to flow again, and it stabilized.

Three minutes later, Marsha opened her eyes and looked at everyone with a bewildered gaze.

“You’re awake,” Charlotte spoke up.

Marsha’s gaze focused, and as her body instinctively turned over on the seat, she quickly moved behind Charlotte, nervously staring at August.

She sensed a strong threat emanating from him.

“This is Professor August. He and Master Adolf saved you,” Charlotte introduced him, pulling Marsha out from behind her.

“Th-thank you,” Marsha said timidly, but her gaze remained cautious toward August.

She didn’t recognize August, but she had heard of Adolf’s name.

However, she couldn’t understand why a light magic mage like August would agree to save her. Shouldn’t his first instinct be to eliminate her?

“Don’t be afraid, little lioness. Since Holy Light Magic didn’t harm you, I naturally won’t pass judgment on you either,” August said with a smile, sensing Marsha’s tension.

As he said, Holy Light Magic not only dispelled undead curses but was also a deadly attack against undead mages.

However, when Marsha received the purification of Holy Light Magic earlier, she didn’t show any discomfort. This indicated that she had never harmed anyone and wasn’t tainted with resentment.

Moreover, in addition to removing the curse, Holy Light Magic also cleared the residual undead aura within her. She was now no different from an ordinary person.

Marsha felt the benevolence emanating from August, and her tense emotions eased slightly.

“However, I’m curious about how you became an undead mage. According to reason, you come from the Lion Tribe, with high talent. You shouldn’t need to resort to such dark methods to enhance your strength. Also, what is your relationship with Schumacher?” August looked at her with curiosity and confusion.

Marsha hesitated for a moment and explained, “I… I am the daughter of Chief Schumacher from the Lion Tribe. My uncle, Scar, conspired with an undead mage to assassinate my father and seize the chieftain position. While escaping, the undead mage cursed me, turning me into an undead mage. During my escape, I discovered that devouring undead creatures alleviated the pain when the curse struck. So, for the past year, I have roamed the wilderness, searching for undead creatures to devour.”

“The Lion Tribe has undergone such a dramatic change, and Schumacher and I are considered friends. I didn’t expect you to be his daughter,” August sighed with emotion and surprise.

“However, you mentioned gaining the ability to devour undead due to the curse. Where do those consumed undead creatures go?”

Charlotte gave the professor a strange look, finding something peculiar in his words. Is he addicted to being called “uncle”?

“After devouring the undead, my belly gradually grew, as though I were pregnant, until two days ago, when I felt it was about to come out of my stomach. So, I took a risk and entered the Abyss, where I found it,” Marsha said, looking at Charlotte.

Charlotte explained with a hint of helplessness, “I performed surgery on her, and I took out a black little lion from her abdomen. It seems to be a combination of life and undead.”

“Incredible. Where is that little thing now? Could you take me to see it?” August’s excitement and eagerness were evident.

“Don’t you still have a class to teach?” Jacques reminded him.

“It’s no problem. It’s just a class, after all, and I have never heard of anything like this happening in my two hundred years as a mage,” August said without hesitation.

“Alright, then let’s go. We were planning to visit the Abyss again anyway,” Adolf nodded.

Jacques and the coachman were notified, and the carriage left the magic academy.

August sat opposite Charlotte and the others, observing Marsha with great curiosity. He asked, “You mentioned that you’ve spent the past year in the wilderness. How did you avoid being attacked by magical creatures? Did they not attack you even during the Red Moon nights?”

Adolf and Jacques also looked at Marsha with curiosity. This question had piqued their interest as well.

Marsha’s strength wasn’t particularly formidable, and she hadn’t even reached Level Four. Even experienced adventurers didn’t dare stay in the wilderness during Red Moon nights.

Crazed magical creatures rampaged, full of aggression and hostility.

How did Marsha survive in the wilderness?

“I…” Marsha hesitated, her gaze shifting to Charlotte.

Her unique constitution might become a subject of research in the eyes of certain individuals, and she didn’t want to be locked up and observed.

Charlotte took over and said, “She discussed it with me yesterday. According to my analysis, it’s possibly due to her pure Lion bloodline, which makes her appear similar to magical creatures, thus evoking a mistaken sense of kinship. As for the Red Moon nights, the curse on her might have provided another layer of disguise, preventing aggression from the crazed magical creatures.”

“The undead curse can also prevent aggression from magical creatures? This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing,” August furrowed his brows.

“However, if you want to gather enough undead creatures, the Red Moon nights are indeed the best time. Thousands of magical creatures die beneath the walls of Calva during each Red Moon night.”

“I wouldn’t dare venture to collect undead creatures beneath the walls of Calva. I would be killed if the guards there discovered an undead mage gathering undead during the Red Moon nights,” Marsha muttered.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Her reasoning wasn’t baseless. If the guards defending Calva City discovered an undead mage collecting undead creatures during the Red Moon nights, she would become a target.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte’s mind was filled with other thoughts.

After the little lion was removed from Marsha’s body, her strength significantly increased, indicating a certain connection between the two.

Marsha’s progress in the wilderness, scavenging for power, was slow.

However, if she could absorb undead creatures beneath the walls of Calva, where their numbers reached the tens of thousands, wouldn’t her progress speed become astonishing?

This was something worth looking forward to.

Before that, however, it had to be confirmed that after the little lion left her body, the consumed undead could still provide her with positive feedback.

Charlotte shielded Marsha from revealing too much information. She didn’t intend to expose to August and the others that Marsha had relied on thorny grass to resist the influence of the Red Moon, as the level of trust hadn’t reached that point yet.

They chatted along the way and smoothly returned to the Abyss.

To maintain a low profile and avoid excessive attention from the Medical Association, Charlotte had Adolf park the carriage on Bakka Street and they returned to the clinic on foot in separate groups.