Heaven's Greatest Professor

June finally brought him to meet the healer to fulfil her promise of showing him the fate marks. It had been a couple of days since Warden got the job of a combat instructor at the third arcane academy, and it was finally time to get his head checked.

He was not joking; there was something really crazy going on with his mind. Essentially, it was hard to grow the mind attribute, but it was not supposed to remain below average for so long, like him. June, who was also a mind mage with Mind being her leading attribute, told him that the mind was the second hardest attribute to grow after the spirit, but that hadn't been the case for Warden.

Mind had been the hardest attribute for him to grow.

The only time he had seen a stiff rise in the mind was when he was attacked telepathically by June. Or while absorbing the essence of the dungeon which challenged all his limits. There was probably something more going on, perhaps some weird injury or something.

June said she would look into it after a check-up if the master healer didn't see anything. It turns out that both of them knew the master healer. It was none other than the elderly woman, Elder Allen, one of the pillars of the academy.

June had paid whatever remuneration needed for her time and even managed to get a promise that she would keep all within themselves.

They had picked an open garden for the session where the three of them sat, having aromatic tea, but still far from getting into the main business.

"June has told me about you," Elder Allen said, "about your unique circumstances. Can you really not remember anything?"

"I have these flashes of insight into things I knew every once in a while," Warden said, "where I gain some knowledge, small or big. I don't know. But if I try to dig more into them at the moment of epiphany, I feel a terrible stab of agony in my head."

"I don't know if you're aware, but when someone loses their memory, it tends to be about a specific period of time," Elder Allen said. "In most cases, it is true. But when spiritual energy is concerned, it's pretty hard to judge anything. Regardless, the memories you lost tend to be the matters you are emotionally invested in.

Like you did not lose much of your swordsmanship, even though you cannot remember anything about your past."

"I am aware," Warden said.

"Now, it's for you to check what is wrong with his mind and if it can be healed," June cut in.

"Well, you can do more of the check-up part, June, being a mind mage, and everything else," Elder Allen said, sipping on hot tea, almost done with it.

"I will try, if your check-up didn't bear any fruit, though my methods are more psychological than physical," June said truthfully. "It is better to check the physical part first, which I barely have any expertise in."

Elder Allen nodded, and instructed Warden, "Meditate to calm your mind and body and let me finish my tea."

Warden nodded and slipped into a meditative state almost immediately.

"The matters of the mind are always complicated," Elden said. "You can never fix them like you fix a heart puncture. But I do have some experience dealing with the mind."

She finally finished her tea and stood up to cradle Warden's head in her palms.

"There tend to be various reactions from the patient while I do this," she said. "Try not to make it difficult for me. And also, if you have some discomfort, tell me about it. Iron isn't nearly advanced enough that you would survive brain damage."

Warden was still in his meditative state, but he kept a part of his mind awake to interpret her words. As soon as the elder finished, Warden discovered tiny tendrils of spiritual energy invading his mind. They were gentle, like the surface of a river, mildly swaying in the breeze.

However, even still, it was highly inadvisable to do something like this, even if his head was as sturdy as a hundred-year-old ironwood.

Warden felt himself grow stiff as his void energy wandered on instinct to suck on the tiny tendrils of energy from the healer who stuck.

"Oh, did not expect that," the elder said. "Whatever you did, try not to do it again. I need to check your mind, at least."

Warden had to grit his teeth to remain vulnerable to her studying. Well, this was how it works, as far as he was concerned. The patient has to remain vulnerable in front of the healer or doctor. Most of the time.

"I found nothing out of the ordinary," Elder Allen said, her brows knitting together as her spiritual sense scanned his brain. "There is too little mark on the brain, as if akin to a new brain. How old are you, lad?"

"Ah, don't know," Warden said, shrugging his shoulders. "Probably the age I look."

Elder Allen sighed. "I am almost sure you have no other memories than the ones you possess," she said after a quarter of an hour of scanning. "Your brain is developed just like that of an adult man. However, I couldn't find the marks that memories leave behind. It is pretty weird, as I say, but it feels like your memories were wiped clean through some supernatural process. It barely left any evidence."

Warden pondered, unsure how to think of all this.

"Did you feel any discomfort while I checked?"

"Only a slight tingling," Warden replied.

"The check-up is done, lad; unfortunately, I have nothing to heal," she said, much to his disappointment. "You have a completely healthy brain, a new one at that."

"New as in?" June cut in. "Could it be like some kind of transcended level Regeneration power that regenerated his brain from nothing? Or perhaps a transcendent level healing spell that did it?"

Elder Allen shook her head. "It could be any of those two or thousand other things. However, if they were done perfectly, he wouldn't have his amnesia."