Take what you want || Y! Mashle: Magic and Muscle

07

I'm so fucking stupid, I realized I wrote vials wrong

Blue haired one is Cello and blonde haired one is Tron.

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You confusedly looked at Macaron, when he had brought you to the clinic of the school.

He merely gestured for you to open the door, Of which you did.

Walking in, you look towards two people that were only present in the room.

They were badly injured, that you could tell. They seemed to be unconscious.

" Oh my! Wha-what happened..!?" You gasp, covering your mouth in horror, hurriedly rushing towards them.

When you got closer, the metallic smell was present.

"  Unfortunately, the nurse is not present due to some problems. So when I heard your were excellent in medicine, and have knowledge on treating wounds." Margarette crossed their arms, putting a finger on their chin.

You took of your robe, before rolling your sleeves. Looking around, seeing the door labeled 'Staff only'.

You opened the door, and start to rummage through the cabinets and boxes.

Taking all the things that you needed, you walk out. Holding a tray of medicine, cottons, bandages, and much more.

You grabbed the plastic gloves, putting them on. And started to work.

Margarette watched in fascination, their eyes narrowing.

'it isn't a surprise.. after all she came from the Kocho bloodline.'

Margarette smirked. Observing the way you skillfully treated the wounds.

'though, such a big responsibility—'

" Maca— Margarette-san., tell me what happened.."

You spoke, cutting them off in their thoughts. " Hmm~ If I recall, it was a failed experiment.. I was partnered with them.." they hummed, tapping their chin.

" Elaborate, please.." you pat the blonde-haired male's wounds with cotton that was doused in alcohol, making Tron's brow furrow.

" An explosion occured, Tron accidentally put too much drops in the beaker. If I hadn't reacted quickly, their injuries would've been more grave.."

You nod, focusing on getting the little debris and dirt that was on Cello, since you finished tending his twin brother, Tron.

--

You sighed, wiping your forehead. Looking at the now healing twins.

You grabbed two viles inside your robe, the pink liquid shimmering.

" Here.. let them drink this.." you hand Margarette the viles, who looked surprised before forming into a gentle smile.

" Why don't I take you out? It'll be my treat, as my gratitude.." they offered.

You merely smiled in an apologetic way, " I apologize... It seems like I can't.."

" Oh, is that so? Maybe sometime then?" Margarette frowned.

" Yes, maybe someday. When I'm not busy.. I'll be off now.."

Margarette watched you leave, before sighing and turning to the two boys.

They were intrigued by you. Yes, they used you to meet Lévis, since you were the only acquaintance to him. But they didn't know you were a Kocho.

The mass producer of medicines and various powerful healing potions.

183 years ago, the country was struggling with sickness and other illnesses, wounds and so much more. Healing magic was quite rare, and only a few possessed it, with this reason, the death rate was so much more higher. But that all change when a magic user with great healing magic appeared. Thanks to them, there are now many pharmacies. Becoming a country with the most medicine supplies around the world.

The magic user's name was Hitto
Kocho. One of the most infamous figures around the country.

But a tragedy had struck the Kochos, a incurable illness. It now all boiled down into one family. It was quite rare, this family only produced daughters, which was quiet a relief in the country.

But it all happened so quickly, that no one had anticipated the outcome.

Sayuri Kocho, Heimer Kocho, Mother and Father of Kanae and (Name) Kocho, Was found dead.

Leaving everything behind to the eldest daughter, Kanae Kocho. Whom was in another country, due to an emergency.

Now everything was at the mercy of (Name) Kocho, the youngest daughter.

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" Where were you?"

There, right infront of you stood Lévis, his arms crossed. An irritated look on his face.

" Uh-m.. so here's what happened..." You fiddle with your hands, sheepishly smiling at him, making him glare at you, you squeaking in fear as return.

After explaining on your delay, he left you off the hook. But not before flicking your forehead saying " Don't follow unknown people you only just have met!"