“Fine. Good morning my dear students. Professor Manohar is really happy to see you again.” Manohar accordingly modified his greeting.

“Don’t talk in third person like a madman and show some respect toward the academy and your students!”

Linjos had hoped that by forcing the unruly Professor to take an active role in the Healer class, it would teach him a lesson about responsibility. His plan, however, had backfired right from the start.

“Why are you so angry? I had just got my hands on nagas’ claws, you know how hard they are to come by. Also, yes, I may have lost track of time, but I did find a cure for Prixyne. Doesn’t it amount to something?” Manohar rebuked with an indignant tone.

The class gasped in amazement. Prixyne was a congenital degenerative disease, even worse than the one Tista had suffered from during her youth. It would affect the nervous system, making it collapse over time.

It required constant treatments just to slow down the illness’s progression and relieve the symptoms. For decades it had been considered a death sentence and now it had a permanent cure.

“Of course it does. It’s the only reason why you are here instead of being chained to your desk!”