I Was Reincarnated as a Mob Noble, and I Swear I'll Protect the Villainess Who Got Married Off to Me No Matter What ~To Dodge Our Total Downfall, I Went All Out Training My Trash Skill [Super Recovery] Through Crazy Hard Work, and Before I Knew It, I Could Totally Wreck the Game Protagonist Who Condemned My Wife Easily - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The True Value of the Trash Skill [Super Recovery]

Two days later, in the morning—

Since that day, to avoid getting wrecked, I’d been grinding like crazy: trying to use Heal, failing, puking blood, passing out, and each time my MP went up by 1. Rinse and repeat.

Skills get stronger the more you use ’em, and anyway, if I didn’t actually get Heal working, it’d just be a total waste of a skill.

Puking blood probably meant my insides were taking damage, but thanks to the effect of [Super Recovery], the bleeding and pain stopped almost right away.

If my internal injuries were healing that fast, it was recovery power way beyond what a normal human should have.

As a result, my max MP had climbed all the way up to 10.

“…Alright, finally I can fire off one Heal without failing.”

I woke up in bed, really feeling the progress from all that training.

After sleeping through the night, my MP had refilled to max.

It wasn’t battle-ready yet, but honestly, the growth speed was better than I expected—even I was impressed.

But turns out, the blood I’d lost didn’t recover super quick.

My condition kept getting worse. After last night’s training session where I collapsed, just sitting up felt like a struggle.

“Young master Zenon, how are you feeling today? I’ve brought the meal you requested.”

Old butler Felix pushed a cart in and delivered my breakfast.

Back in the day, people used to call him “Sword Demon Felix”—a seriously skilled swordsman—but he took an arrow to the right knee, had to retire, and became a butler.

He was also my sword instructor, and my sister’s too.

“Thanks, Felix. I was starving.”

I forced some energy into my voice and pushed myself up.

When he popped open the round insulated lid, steam poured out, and there it was: ‘garlic butter stir-fried beef liver.’

“Oh man, this is…!”

I couldn’t hold back—I shoveled the piping-hot liver into my mouth along with white rice.

Liver stir-fry is packed with stuff that helps make blood. Plus, it was one of my absolute favorite foods from my past life.

“Damn, this is good! The kitchen guys really know their stuff!”

I got all nostalgic thinking about how I’d hit up the local diner after work, order liver and garlic chives stir-fry, and wash it down with a beer. It hit me right in the feels.

I’d asked them to try cooking white rice on a whim to go with it, and the kitchen crew actually pulled it off. I owed them big time.

“Ha, I’m glad to see even a little color back in your face. I was worried you might be giving up on everything, young master.”

“Did I make you worry that much…?”

Yeah, thinking about it—if someone saw me getting a trash skill, then puking blood and collapsing over and over, they’d think I was straight-up nuts.

“It’s okay, Felix. I should’ve explained sooner—this is magic training. The skill I got was a magic-type one. Well, puking blood and passing out is kinda like sword training, y’know.”

“Ha, I see…”

When I gave a weak grin, Felix looked a bit relieved.

“Then allow me to arrange for a magic instructor. Training under a proper teacher should cut down on the danger… Continuing like this could cost you your life.”

For a second I was like, you’re the one saying that?

Felix had trained me so hard back then I’d puked blood more than once or twice…

Whatever, though.

“I appreciate it, and yeah, I’d love that—but finding someone decent would take at least two weeks, right?”

The Greivan border count house had been a famous sword family forever and always looked down on magic. There wasn’t anyone around here who could teach it. Dad figured long-range stuff could just be handled with bows.

With the empire army’s full assault about to kick off, we didn’t have time to go hunting for a teacher.

“Sorry for worrying you, but I need to get recovery magic up to real combat level as fast as possible to beat back the empire. Just… keep quiet and watch over me, okay?”

If I didn’t, I’d die.

Running from this land meant desertion in the face of the enemy—death penalty.

Losing the war meant getting captured and beheaded.

To survive, my only shot was winning this guaranteed-loss event.

In a game it’d be hype as hell, but…

No saves, no loads—just one real shot where my life was on the line. No matter how reckless, I had to do everything I could.

“…Young master, that’s admirable! To go this far for the sake of the people here—what resolve!”

Felix sucked in a breath like he was seriously moved.

“Why didn’t the gods give you the Sword Saint skill…!? Someone as great as you, why…!”

“Uh, nah, it’s not that deep—I just really don’t wanna die… Anyway, did you get that letter to Father?”

“I’m sorry. He wouldn’t even take it—said he had no time for useless things.”

Felix bowed his head deep.

I’d figured as much, but Dad’s disappointment and anger were on another level.

They’d pulled me back from the front lines and ordered me to guard the main castle. Apparently my presence tanked morale, so I was just in the way.

I’d tried forcing my way to talk to him anyway, but he shut it down with a fist to the face and knocked me out cold, yelling “Stay at the main castle!”

Since I couldn’t get through to him directly, I’d at least tried sending a letter with everything I knew—the timing of the empire’s big attack, all that—but if he wouldn’t even listen…

To beat the empire army, I’d have to find another way.

Start with what I could do right now.

I pulled myself together and said,

“…Hey, Felix, mind if I try healing your knee with my Heal? Just to test it out.”

“What?”

Felix blinked fast.

I’d only gotten to where I could use Heal once a day, so I figured I’d start by trying it on him.

“My [Super Recovery] is still only skill level 1. It might not fully fix it, but it should help at least a little.”

In the original game, even saintess Alicia took a decent amount of time to master the [Miracle of Healing] completely.

At first she could only handle simple stuff, like healing a small cut on the crown prince when he snuck into town incognito.

Thinking back on that, I put my hand on Felix’s right knee and activated Heal.

“Th-This is…!”

Felix’s voice shook with shock.

“How’s it feel?”

I couldn’t tell how much it’d done, so I got kinda nervous.

Felix stared down at his right knee, but then he couldn’t sit still anymore—he yanked out the short sword he carried for self-defense.

We were in wartime, and enemy scouts could show up near the main castle, so everyone stayed armed.

Felix swung the sword in one clean motion.

The whoosh as it sliced through the air sounded way sharper than before.

In that instant, a flying moth split in two and dropped to the floor.

“Whoa. Damn, Felix—that’s insane. Just a little improvement in the knee and you can move like that?”

I was straight-up amazed.

That kind of speed and precision took serious sword skill.

“…No, young master—this isn’t just ‘a little improvement.’ Forgive me.”

Felix grabbed an iron helmet sitting in the corner of the room. He tossed it up and kicked it with his right foot.

The helmet shattered into pieces with one hit.

…Huh?

He just completely demolished a solid iron helmet…

“As you can see… this right leg of mine is surging with power far beyond my prime.”

“Huh?”

I tilted my head.

“…Young master Zenon’s [Super Recovery]—it’s not a skill that heals injuries like the saintess’s. Isn’t it a skill that rebuilds the injured part stronger than it was before?”

That one sentence hit like a truck.

Wait… yeah, isn’t “super recovery” the thing where damaged muscles heal back tougher than they were?

“W-Wait. If that’s true, then this is a total upper-tier version of the saintess skill…?”

A crazy hypothesis popped into my head.