"I already tried healing magic," I replied with a small shrug. "Didn't do anything. Guess it'll fade on its own eventually."
She studied the scar for a moment longer, her expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet sigh, she looked away.
Professor Petania had apparently used healing magic on me yesterday while I was asleep.
But for some reason, the wound hadn't improved at all. Not even a little. Her magic was supposed to be top-tier—fast, clean, reliable—yet here I was, still hurting.
I tried not to think too deeply about it.
"It'll heal eventually," I told myself. "One or two scars shouldn't matter anyway."
So I brushed it off. Or at least, I pretended to.
"…Is that so?"
Anna's soft voice drifted toward me.
When I glanced at her, she wasn't looking at me—she was staring blankly at the floor, as if my words had triggered something she couldn't quite put into place. Her brows furrowed in a way that made me pause.
What was she thinking about?
