I Reincarnated as a Mob in a Depressing Erotic Video Game World. When I Saved the Main Heroine That Fallen Into Despair, Her Overwhelming Obsessive Love for Me Wouldn’t Stop. - Chapter 2

I reached my room and helped Ena sit on the bed.

Looking at the scrape on her knee… I couldn’t help but remember what had just happened in the classroom.

But dealing with those guys could wait.

Right now, all that mattered was healing Ena’s body and mind.

“Alright, Ena. I’m going to fix your wound, okay?”

“Eh… ah, y-yeah…”

She nodded slightly.

I knelt in front of her and focused my magic in my right hand.

(…This is amazing. This really is the world of “Magiaka.”)

I could feel magic gathering in my palm, and it hit me again. This place really worked like the video game world.

The world of “Magiaka” was like early modern Europe, and it was full of magic.

I had been reincarnated as a plain background student, but even so, I was a student at a magic academy. Somehow, my brain and body still remembered how to use magic.

“―[Healing Clay]”

In an instant, the magic inside me was used up and transformed into a small amount of mud.

Shiruto Lugia’s specialty magic was <Mud and Sand>… It was very plain and ordinary, just like a background character’s magic.

But it’s said that every magic has endless potential.

With enough knowledge and imagination, even something like this mud could heal a wound.

“I’m going to touch it, Ena… Don’t worry. It should close up soon.”

“…Y-yeah…”

I pressed the mud gently onto the scrape on her left knee.

“H-hyah…”

“I-I’m s-sorry. Did that hurt?”

“N-no… it was just cold, so it surprised me.”

She shook her head slightly, then whispered,

“…It’s amazing. The pain, it’s going away…”

“I see. I’m glad it worked.”

The key to casting magic is knowledge and imagination.

Luckily for me, in my previous life, I had read every single “Magiaka” setting book and fanbook.

That meant I knew how to take Shiruto Lugia’s <Mud and Sand> magic and branch it into healing, and imagining it was easy too.

“All right, the wound should be closed now. I’ll take the mud off, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Her cheerful voice… Maybe she was starting to trust me a little. Just thinking that made me feel a bit relieved.

Shiruto Lugia had been a boy who could only watch silently from the corner of the classroom while Ena was bullied for three whole weeks.

He wanted to help her, but he was scared to go against the class.

Even though he struggled with it inside, he never acted. The regret and helplessness from back then still lingered in my heart and carried over into this life.

(…Shiruto, I’ll carry on your will.)

I made that promise to myself as I peeled the mud off her knee.

Then, I noticed her bare legs, white and beautiful like the first snow. Ena looked down at her own soft skin and whispered,

“…Amazing. The wound, it’s completely gone…”

“Yeah. I didn’t think it would disappear perfectly either.”

Ena swung her legs back and forth. I felt truly relieved that the healing worked.

Compared to the heroines in “Magiaka”, Ena was small and modest, but she was often treated as a beautiful legged character. In fan art, her thighs were always exaggerated… leaving a scrape there would have been a tragedy.

“Ena. Does it still hurt?”

“No… Ehehe. Shiruto-kun, you’re really good at magic?”

“Well, um… anyway, the important thing is I could help you.”

As I stood up, Ena suddenly grabbed my uniform sleeve tightly.

“Ah… w-wait…”

“Hm? Is something wrong?”

“I… I-I didn’t mean. I-I’m s-sorry…”

Her slender shoulders trembled.

Her hand slipped from my uniform sleeve and started to move away.

So I… lowered myself to her eye level and gently held her small hand.

“Ena. It’s okay. I’m not like them.”

Her trust in me wasn’t complete yet. That was clear.

Then I had to do my best to show her.

I wanted her to know that I was on her side. No one else, just me.

“If there’s something you want to say, don’t hold back. Take your time, I’ll be right here with you for as long as you need.”

“U-um…”

Ena’s eyes looked away from me.

But still, she held my hand tightly in return.

―Eventually, she spoke.

“…I… I want… you to… fix the inside of my uniform too…”

How much courage did it take for her to say that?

Three weeks ago, everything she trusted had betrayed her. Her friends, teachers, classmates, and even the person she loved. No one helped her. No one reached out.

Surely that left deep scars in her heart.

She might be betrayed again. She might be hurt again.

And yet… Ena shook off that fear and trusted me.

“…Shiruto-kun. Is it… not okay…?”

“Of course it’s okay? Don’t worry. Leave everything to me.”

“Ah… R-really…?”

“Of course. I’ll look the other way for now. Call me when you’re ready.”

“Y-yeah… okay…”

After a few seconds of the soft rustling of clothes, Ena whispered,

“…Shiruto-kun. It’s okay…?”

When I looked, she had removed her uniform and was left in just her underwear and skirt.

On her slender back was a large burn scar… and I began the magical healing again.

“It’s okay. The pain should go away soon.”

“Mm… y-yeah…”

I spread the mud onto her pale skin.

Ena… maybe it was just me imagining it, but she seemed to feel a little comfort and,

“…mm, hehe. Ehehe…”

Just for a brief moment, she gave a small smile.

It was such a tiny thing, but it made me unbelievably happy.