Ch.67Chapter 67 – Hey! I Even Fixed My Hair Loss, So That Thing (2)

“What did you just say?”

Anto, an agent of the Black Feather disguised as a priest of the Sun Order, asked me with a serious expression.

His expression was so grave that anyone looking at him might think he was someone desperately trying to hold in explosive diarrhea.

It seems that what came out of my mouth gave him quite a shock.

“Prezzmerin disease. You said it’s an incurable disease on par with baldness. But that baldness—I can cure it.”

I answered Anto’s question once more.

If baldness and Prezzmerin are diseases with equal treatment difficulty as I thought earlier, there’s no reason I couldn’t fix it.

I’m the very person who restored Emperor Decatro IV’s nearly vanished hair to a lion’s mane of fullness.

And though I can’t mention it here, I’m also the one who cured the curse afflicting the Chancellor.

No matter how serious Prezzmerin disease might be, could it really be more powerful than a curse that doesn’t improve even after drinking elixir, when it’s a disease that can be improved with elixir?

“Wait, did you just say you treated baldness?”

“Rather than ‘treated,’ ‘fixed’ would be a more appropriate expression.”

Does the concept of fixing include the concept of treatment? I don’t know such complicated things.

If I were smart enough to understand such complexities, I would have already entered graduate school and been working on a doctoral program.

‘Actually, truly wise people don’t become graduate students in the first place.’

But judging by how my friend who went to graduate school laments to me every day, perhaps those who don’t enter graduate school are the truly wise ones?

Anyway, I don’t know why I suddenly thought about graduate school, but let’s focus on the current situation.

“I’m sorry, but there has never been a reported case of baldness being cured anywhere.”

Anto shook his head as he heard my words.

Just a few months ago, seeing such a reaction would have made me struggle with how to persuade him, but now it’s different.

“I see that you, Priest Anto, also show signs of baldness.”

“What? How did you…?”

Well, I can see it.

“I can see that your crown area is quite sparse.”

Unfortunately, Anto was shorter than me, so I could look down at his crown.

Baldness at such a young age. Tsk tsk…

“Would you like to try the experience, even if you think I’m lying?”

“Umm, well…”

When I offered to fix his baldness, hesitation appeared in Anto’s eyes.

“Really…”

Then, Anto’s lips parted.

“Can you really… fix this terrible thing?”

He was looking at me with eyes mixed with half hope, half disbelief.

“I’ve done it before, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Is that so? Since you speak with such confidence, brother, I’ll trust you even if I might be deceived.”

Since Anto accepted my suggestion, I transformed my bracelet into the shape of a hammer.

“Just extend your arm.”

“My… arm?”

Previously, Epitrina told me that to avoid applying the ability to gain favor, I just needed to avoid hitting the head.

For the Emperor’s baldness treatment… actually, I forgot. Hey, people can forget things sometimes.

Anyway, what’s important now is fixing the baldness of this Black Feather agent, Anto, who’s disguised as a priest… though I’m not sure if he’s really disguised.

“How else would I use my ability to fix your baldness?”

“…Alright.”

Oh? Look at this man’s expression. He looks completely unconvinced.

Heh heh heh. Let’s see how long he can maintain that attitude.

I held the hammer and struck Anto’s arm three times, hoping his baldness would be cured.

Then, a halo of light enveloped only Anto’s head.

‘What’s this?’

Clearly, before, the light used to cover the entire body.

Why is it only covering the head this time?

Has it evolved from area-of-effect provocation to localized provocation?

‘They say the body develops the more you use it—do abilities also develop the more you use them?’

Come to think of it, the most significant recent use of my ability was… destroying the corrupted holy sword Zebario.

Did my ability change after destroying the holy sword?

I can’t know for sure, so I’ll have to try something dangerous later.

For example, repairing a magic circle on the verge of collapse, or restoring ground that’s about to crumble.

If that really works, could I even bring back the dead?

‘But if I resurrect people, wouldn’t the temple accuse me of business interference or heresy?’

Heresy, huh.

Let them try.

My backing is the Great Goddess Epitrina.

Anyway, Anto, whose head was enveloped in light, seemed confused about what was happening to his body.

But after the light disappeared, I looked at Anto’s crown.

“Wow.”

Unlike before, when it looked like a winter tree with bare branches,

Anto’s crown after the light disappeared looked like a vast, life-filled prairie.

In other words, his empty crown was now lush with hair again.

“Wh-what?”

Anto, feeling the weight on his head, reached up to touch his crown.

And as his hand caressed his crown, tears suddenly poured from his eyes.

“H-hair… my hair has grown back!”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

I deliberately maintained a composed attitude despite Anto’s surprise.

Etherna beside me was also surprised by this sight, but I shouldn’t show surprise too. Yep.

“You really… cured baldness?”

Etherna apparently didn’t believe that I could cure baldness.

Come on, I destroyed a corrupted holy sword—isn’t it more unbelievable that I couldn’t cure baldness?

“I destroyed a demonic sword, so shouldn’t I be able to cure something like baldness?”

“Those are completely different things! How can destruction and creation be the same?”

“Well, that’s not what’s important. If I can cure baldness, can’t I cure Prezzmerin too?”

“Ah!”

Etherna seemed to realize something from my words.

“I’ll contact the branch director right away. If Director Pathos learns that you can cure Prezzmerin disease, he will surely welcome you with open arms.”

No sooner had Anto finished speaking than he pulled out paper and a pen from his breast pocket.

The pen looked like a quill, but it wrote without needing ink, so it must be some kind of magical tool.

After writing with the quill, Anto whistled.

Then, an eagle flew from the distance and perched on Anto’s arm.

“Deliver this to the branch director.”

As if understanding Anto’s words, the eagle took flight vigorously after he tied the paper to its leg.

“Now we wait. Would you like to wait at the temple?”

“Yes, we’ll do that.”

There weren’t many places to go in Belsarem anyway.

Etherna and I stayed at the Sun Order temple in Belsarem, waiting for a reply…

“Aha, the branch director has sent a carriage.”

The branch director sent a carriage all the way to the front of the Sun Order temple.

Etherna and I boarded the carriage sent by the branch director.

“Hiyah!”

As soon as we got on, the coachman drove the carriage and started moving somewhere.

Since the carriage had no windows and was enclosed on all sides, we couldn’t tell where we were going.

After traveling for quite some time, the carriage stopped, and the door opened.

“You may get off now. Go up to the second floor of the building, and the branch director should be waiting for you.”

The person who opened the door told us where to find the branch director.

Following his instructions, we went up the stairs to the second floor of the building, where we found a door with a nameplate that read “Branch Director’s Office.”

To be polite, I grabbed the door handle and knocked twice to announce our arrival.

“Come in. The door is open.”

The voice from inside was familiar.

It was the voice of the tavern owner I met at the Oak Village pub.

When I opened the door and entered, sure enough, it was the tavern owner.

No, it was Justin, the branch director of Black Feather Belsarem Branch, waiting for us.

“It’s been a while, Mr. Justin.”

“It has been a while, Count Pathos.”

“I’m not sure if you should call me Count when I haven’t even received the title yet.”

“Hahaha. Don’t underestimate Black Feather’s intelligence network.”

I greeted Justin, and we exchanged pleasantries and caught up with each other.

“And you must be Etherna, the Sun Order’s inquisitor.”

“Pleased to meet you. May the sun illuminate your path. I am Etherna, a servant who serves the Sun God.”

“Please, sit down. There’s nothing more disrespectful than keeping important guests standing.”

Etherna and I accepted Justin’s invitation and sat on the sofa placed in the center of the branch director’s office.

As we sat down, Justin also took a seat across from us.

“I’ll ask you directly.”

Justin looked at me and asked.

“Prezzmerin disease. Can you really cure it?”

“Yes, I can.”

I answered Justin’s question.

Justin’s face brightened.

It clearly revealed how much he had been struggling with finding a cure for Prezzmerin disease.