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 47: [Super Recovery] Hits Level 3 Evolution. Now I’m the Only One in This World Who Can Make Healing Potions

Man, my excitement shot through the roof when this happened.

I rode that high and just kept healing injured soldiers one after another, bam bam bam.

But around evening, even I started feeling the fatigue creeping in.

Sure, I took a lunch break, but I’d already been treating close to five hundred people nonstop.

Heal only works on one person at a time, so the efficiency sucked. Treating ten thousand people is way tougher than I ever imagined.

Still, the enemy army wasn’t gonna wait around for our convenience. I had to get as many soldiers back on their feet and strengthened as possible while we had the chance.

“Ugh…”

Right then, Valeria stumbled and leaned heavily against me. I got startled and quickly supported her.

“Valeria, you okay? Sorry, maybe we should take a break now.”

“…I-I’m fine.”

By that point, her face had gone really pale.

“No way you’re fine.”

Yesterday’s brutal battle that stretched across two days had clearly left her exhausted, and I’d pushed her way too hard.

I’d gotten so caught up treating the soldiers that I hadn’t paid enough attention to how she was holding up. I regretted that hard.

“No, Zenon. This is the time we have to push through, right?”

Valeria said it firmly, trying to sound tough.

“I swore I’d use every ounce of strength I have to support you. So don’t worry about me.”

Hearing that made me really happy, honestly.

But… Valeria was apparently born with a weak heart. Heal couldn’t fix something like a congenital condition.

If she collapsed from overwork, I was seriously worried it could become life-threatening.

“If you collapse, Valeria, wouldn’t that defeat the whole point? No one can replace you.”

Yesterday she’d straight-up told me, “I truly love you, Zenon,” and those words were still stuck deep in my chest.

Because of that, my feelings for her had only grown stronger.

I really wanted to ease her burden somehow… but she’s stubborn as hell. Unless I came up with a solid alternative, she wasn’t gonna listen once she decided something.

“…Alfin can’t leave Dalham Castle right now anyway.”

These days I could also draw magic power from Alfin.

But I’d left her in charge of defending Dalham Castle.

After Father fell, First Imperial Princess Leticia became convinced her plan had succeeded, so she was probably itching to launch another invasion right away. We needed someone to hold her back.

Dalham Castle’s walls were still under repair. And even though the empire army had lost their supply lines and taken a huge hit, they still had close to fifty thousand troops.

They’d pulled back to the border and were getting resupplied from the homeland while reorganizing.

But if Leticia failed her invasion, she’d catch hell from the emperor too. The second we showed any weakness, she’d pounce without hesitation.

To buy time to rebuild our defenses, we had to keep our strongest asset—Alfin—stationed at Dalham Castle, the key to border defense.

I’d assigned Felix as her adjutant, so even if some idiots still saw the dragon girl as nothing but a monster, the troops should stay well-organized.

Felix had greeted her warmly too, going “Lady Alfin is as beautiful as ever!”

Thank god Felix had normal sensibilities.

“I’m happy you’re worried about me, but… these soldiers here need to be saved as quickly as possible.”

Seeing the wounded stuck in such awful conditions had lit a fire under Valeria’s sense of duty.

“It’s okay. As long as I’m by your side—the one who wields [Miracle of Healing]—no one here is going to die, right?”

“No, my Heal isn’t all-powerful. It can’t fix things like exhaustion or infectious diseases. Come on, let’s rest for a bit.”

There actually were recovery spells meant for curing sickness, but my skill level was still too low, so I hadn’t learned any yet.

If Valeria caught an infection, all I could do was use Heal as a stopgap to restore her life force.

“No, let’s keep going just a little longer. Once a life is lost, it doesn’t come back.”

A determined light shone in Valeria’s eyes.

Ever since she lost her Schwarz Ritter guards, it seemed like she was dead-set on never letting another subordinate die.

I respected that noble spirit, but…

This was a problem.

I was racking my brain trying to figure out how to convince her to rest when—

A system voice suddenly rang inside my head.

『Congratulations.
Skill [Super Recovery] has ranked up to Level 3!

You have gained the new ability [Potion Craft].

This ability lets you create healing potions that recover injuries when consumed.
Consumes 10 MP to convert 1 liter of water into a healing potion.
1 liter of healing potion has the effect of 10 Heals.
0.1 liters has the effect of 1 Heal.』

“[Healing Potion]!?”

I accidentally let out a weird, loud yelp.

In this brutal game where only saintesses could use recovery magic, healing potions obviously didn’t exist.

According to the lead developer, “If cheat items like that existed, the population would explode and the world would end.”

That’s why he proudly declared in an interview, “Healing potions must never exist in this world!”

But… maybe some of the developers who argued that potions should be added secretly slipped the data into the game files?

From what the article said, the dev team had some serious fights over it.

One side: “Potions are necessary! The difficulty is insane without them!”

The other: “No way! I hate recovery magic and potions! They’re demonic things that shouldn’t exist in the world!”

Reading that, I remember thinking, wow, having someone with weird obsessions running the show must be rough.

“…Zenon? What’s wrong?”

Valeria blinked at me curiously since I’d suddenly gone quiet.