In other words, when it comes to specialization, its performance surpasses even the finest masterwork.
Fron didn't lack money now, but that didn't mean he could spend recklessly.
Especially on weapons, gear, and supplies for adventurers—after all, he knew that Ais' exclusive weapon, the "Desperate", cost 98 million Valis.
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"Sigh, without a discount coupon, just one cloak costs 300,000 Valis."
If Fron hadn't come into a windfall, he couldn't even afford a fraction of that.
"Well, I've got some savings, I'll help you pay for it."
"No need, no need. I've made quite a bit recently too. A mere 'Spirit Protection Cloth' is still within my means."
"It's settled then, we explore the 'Middle Layer' tomorrow."
"Mm, I'll go prepare then."
After chatting a bit more, the two parted ways.
In a high-end equipment store within the Babel Tower facilities, Fron gritted his teeth and spent a massive 450,000 Valis to buy a "Fire Spirit Protection Cloth" cloak and a shirt.
Standing on Adventurer Street, he thought for a moment and caught sight of a beautiful building made entirely of white stone, directly across from the Adventurers' Guild.
On the sign in the center was an emblem of a light orb and herbs—this was the crest of the pharmaceutical and medical Familia, [Dian Cecht Familia].
Which meant the owner of this building was obvious.
"The Dian Cecht Clinic, huh."
Then—Fron's lips curled into a wide grin.
"One of the three ultimate cheats, the [Dea Saint] Amid Teasanare is the poster girl here. If I don't get my hands on her magic, I'll never forgive myself."
As the strongest healer in all of Orario, Amid Teasanare's one and only magic, [Dia Fratel], was absurdly powerful.
[Dia Fratel], also known as "Complete Heal."
It included "area effect," "wound healing," "stamina recovery," "abnormal status purification," and "curse removal."
Think that's all?
Even after being cast, it provides continuous healing and purification effects. Even if you get afflicted again, or cursed repeatedly, it's no problem at all.
And to reduce mind (MP) consumption, this magic can be used flexibly by separating "recovery," "detox," and "curse removal"—true versatility.
Forget normal "healing potions," even "Elixirs" of any quality can't compete with this overpowered, top-tier healing magic.
As the gods say: "So long as she holds the rear line alone, she alone can stabilize the entire front of dozens facing a floor boss."
One person is an entire team—this is what they call the [Dea Saint]. (Tactical lean-back)
Then—the shameless outsider cheerfully walked right up to the entrance of the [Dian Cecht Clinic].
No need to go inside—being the poster girl, Amid's beautiful eyes like purple gemstones had already met with his golden pupils.
"Welcome to the Dian Cecht Clinic. May I ask if there's anything you need, sir?"
Her courteous words instantly made one feel at ease.
Her long, soft silver-white hair cascaded as she bowed. Her eyes, colored like amethysts, and dreamlike long lashes.
Dressed in the Familia uniform based on white, one would instinctively associate her with a healer—a beautiful girl.
Standing at the counter, the height difference between Fron and the beautiful human girl made her slightly raise her fair neck.
The gap between 185 cm and not even 150 cm looked kind of adorable.
At first glance, this young man—had a word flash through his mind: "Doll-like girl."
Just standing there, she instantly evoked the image of a delicate doll.
"Sir?"
Feeling the customer's gaze was a bit strange, Amid Teasanare couldn't help but speak up.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the human girl's voice, Fron smiled and apologized:
"Sorry, it's just that you're so—how should I put it—beautifully exquisite, I kind of zoned out."
"..."
What girl could stay composed hearing that? Her delicate little face instantly turned red.
"P—please don't say such things, sir."
Fron gave a dazzling smile:
"It's not something I'm just saying. You really are beautiful."
'H—he's hitting on me?! What do I do, how should I respond? He's handsome too… and totally my type—'
Amid struggled internally, and her previously perfect posture began to waver.
"H—hey—Miss Amid?"
At some point, Fron had leaned in close, waving his hand in front of her delicate little face.
"Ah—ah?? I'm sorry, sir, what did you just say?"
Fron looked speechlessly at the blushing girl with wandering eyes and lowered head.
"..."
Turns out she'd started playing out an imaginary scene in her head and completely forgot about the customer in front of her.
"Fron, Fron Argon, from the Loki Familia."
"Ah—sorry, I didn't expect you to be from the Loki Familia. Come to think of it, your Familia are regular customers here."
"I've heard about that. Apparently Tione, Tiona, Ais, and Lefiya visit here often. Oh yeah—I came today because I heard your god, Lord Dian Cecht, is selling your healing magic. Is that true?"
"Hmm."
The girl puffed her cheeks cutely, seeming a little displeased.
"This wasn't my intention; I was forced by Lord Dian Cecht."
"Alright, so as long as I pay, I can use your magic?"
"Basically, yes. May I ask if you need healing? If it's not too serious, although this may sound like a sales pitch, our medicine is actually cheaper."
"20 potions of healing, 10 each of high-grade recovery potion and high-grade mental recovery potion, 5 antidotes, 2 elixirs, and could you cast your magic for me too?"
"Eh?"
In the end—Amid still demonstrated her magic to Fron.
Why, you ask? It was because Fron paid too much.
General potions mainly restore physical stamina (healing potion), patch up torn flesh, stop bleeding, and mend broken bones. These effects, which are equivalent to magic recovery, require high-grade potions (high-grade recovery potion) or elixirs.
Healing potion: 1,000 valis each; high-grade recovery potion: 10,000 valis each; high-grade mental recovery potion: 20,000 valis each; antidote: 5,000 valis each; elixir: 500,000 valis each. Total cost: 1,420,000 valis, plus 1,000,000 valis for Amid's magic.
Total expenditure: 2,420,000 valis.
Adding the 450,000 valis for the "Spirit Protection Cloth" purchase, 2,870,000 valis vanished in a single day.
This shows just how much adventurers earn—and spend.
"Is this good enough?"
Inside a private treatment room belonging to Dian Cecht's clinic.
A petite girl in a beautiful white uniform unfolded a magic circle and displayed her magic to the young man in front of her.
Magic circles are a powerful ability that can only be deployed by those who have mastered "Magic Control," a specialization representing advanced magic users.
Magic circles enhance the effects of spells, widen their area of effect, and improve mental power efficiency—they are proof of high-level mages.
However—the beautiful girl in front of him deployed a magic circle just with her own magic, something only high-level mages should be able to do.
But upon closer look, it was different.
Amid's magic circle was diamond-shaped and white in color, constructed with mysterious symbols and intricate patterns—symbolizing holiness and healing.
As she poured in her mental energy, the pure white light rising from beneath her feet grew stronger.
"Alright, Miss Amid. That should do it."
"I understand."
With those words, as the girl slowly retracted her magic, the magic circle gradually disappeared, and the treatment room returned to normal.
"Mr. Fron, forgive me for overstepping, but as someone in good health, you don't seem to have any reason to spend such an enormous amount of valis on something like this."
Looking at the earnest girl, Fron felt a bit bad about deceiving her. He thought for a moment and decided to tell her the truth.
"Can I trust you?"
"What do you mean?"
"To keep a secret. Other than my Familia companions, you're the first outsider to know."
Amid's expression didn't change; she only blinked her beautiful amethyst eyes.
"Please rest assured, keeping a customer's secret is a basic duty of a competent healer."
"Alright then—"
Saying that, Fron recited a chant Amid was familiar with, causing her expression to waver in shock.