A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

A few days after we left Artemias, we arrived at this school building.

When I dropped off and looked back, it was Daimon with a delightful sculpture like a mascot character and a huge theme park visible beyond.

The grounds are wide enough to see just a few buildings from here.

None of that is a non-uniform joke about the exterior, rainbow in a nutshell.

Buildings like castles were packed with all colors.

"Is this really school?

"Yes, this is High Kuwait," Sierra seems to know.

"It sounds like fun!

"Well, I'm kind of scared the other way around."

The gate opened on its own.

Unexpectedly speaking, we withdrew.

Appearing as the door opened was a blonde-haired woman wearing a purple dress with distinguished abundance of style and a crooked purple witch hat at the tip.

"Welcome to the Higher School of Magic in Heilkwald. You're the adventurers Arnold was talking about. I'm the principal here, called Sabrina."

Name and greet each other as they consign themselves to the suspicious atmosphere.

"What, principal!?

I looked too young to ask.

I look like I'm in my early twenties or something.

"Surprisingly, even if it looks like this, ten times as many of you are alive."

Ten times means he's over 100 years old at least.

She's a witch.

"You've thought about being rude now, haven't you?

"... is it magic?" A little.

"No, look. Hehe, then follow me and I'll show you to the dorm."

It also seemed as if I was being seen through my mind.

I'm glad he seems nice first.

"This is your home from today on."

Rather than a dorm, it was a hotel sweetroom there.

Plus the fantasy elements are packed, creating wasteful flashfulness just like the exterior of the school. It just hurts my eyes.

"Arnold didn't tell me how many people, so this is the only place I have a room. If you wish, we can provide for the number of people..."

"I don't mind," Toa said.

"Huh..."

"I'm fine in the room with you, too"

"Nem too."

Whatever Nem is, even Sierra.

"Uh, okay?

"We're going on a journey together, so you should join us. And that's what my sister told me."

I hear Mr. Hilda blew in the extra thing again.

Was he expecting this to happen?

What the hell do you want to do?

"I only heard about you guys as adventurers, so I picked my own class over here, but was that good?

"Yes, no problem"

"That would have been nice."

Anywhere you can learn about magic.

No problem.

Large classroom.

Inside was a so-called staircase class, with arc-like side-by-side seats leading down toward the lecture hall.

I'm invited by the fact that I'm a transfer student with strange eyes on me, and I line up in front of the lecture.

"These guys are transfer students who are going to learn magic together today. Then let me introduce myself first. Then, Mr. Sierra, please."

It's like being exposed.

Some are interested, others are like infidels with cheeksticks.

I heard that this is a further school in the school of witchcraft, but the types of students seem to vary.

It is said that Sierra.

"My name is Sierra Ecalato. I'm from Razhausen."

"May I introduce you to the profession," said the man in the class.

"The profession will be a senior knight"

The teachers urged the students to welcome Sierra with applause.

And it sounds like a mouthful of "advanced knights, even, wow!" "You're a beautiful man." "You're with me!" and other praises.

As much as I'm happy.

Sierra is welcome.

But it's a bad situation.

I can see what happens when I go to school and say, "The profession is a healer."

"Nem is Nem! It's a catwizard!

"What, Catwizard!?" the student in the previous seat flew up.

"Oh, my God, what is a catwizard..."

The teacher lost much of his word of surprise and enthusiastically spoke of its awesomeness.

I didn't know it was that influential a profession.

Plus I see a lot of students saying "cute" etc. to Nem.

But the higher my expectations, the more counterproductive it is for me.

"I am Toatrica, my profession is Paladin"

At that moment, a big cheer rolled up.

No... no more. Expectations are rising too high.

"Then the last one, please"

That's a curious look.

But the students are wrong.

Not everyone is given a blessed raw. I'm perfectly normal.

"It's nito. My occupation is… a healer"

There was so much silence in the classroom that it could not be there.

Everyone stayed still with a smile sticking to their faces that had a lingering aftertaste until then.

Too quiet, Fuji's classroom felt extra spacious.

"It's rude! You won't forgive me if I make fun of your husband! Your husband is amazing! Your husband is a large group of monsters..."

I suppressed my mouth and blocked Nem from speaking.

"Don't tell me that," squeaks in Nem's ear.

"..." snorted Nem.

"This is reality"

"... then everyone. From now on, they're part of the class too, so please get along."

We got to the seats we were instructed to take, side by side.

Sierra, Toa, Nem, and I are on the aisle.

Perhaps the three of them will do well. Friends should be able to do it too. Most importantly, all the students will want to talk to the three of them.

I felt nostalgic for the chime that marked the end of the class.

Previously, it was a sign that abuse would begin, and with the end I had palpitations.

Just a little bit more now.

The teacher also went back to the staff room and only the students were in the class.

"What magic can Nem use?

Here we go...

"Nem still can't use magic. So... I'd like you to let me know."

"Then I'll tell you!

Nem looks very popular.

There does not seem to be any discrimination of beasts here.

Does that happen when you are born wealthy?

"Is Mr. Sierra good at swords? Would you like to tell me next time, too?

"If I may..."

Lady students were gathered around Sierra.

Class must have called a friend.

"What magic can Mr. Toatrica use?

"Toa's fine. Hey... well, a lot of things."

Toa had received indiscriminate attention.

Will demonic charm attract you?

"What did the healer come to do?

Suddenly there, one student shrugged.

At that moment, the noisy classroom quiets.

"This is a school for magicians. But you don't think healers are going to be magicians, do you?

"Hey, what does that mean!

"Toa, don't" When I smiled, Toa had no choice but to sit.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling him."

I also heard it was a wealthy school with a lot of nobility.

But this society is probably the same everywhere.

There's always one or more of these guys.

"Ignore me? Sometimes I just let my children call me my husband, etc. So you're saying you don't have the same words as us?

I can't deny that Nem just calls it that on his own.

He walked all the way to my seat.

And I got my hands on my desk...

"Did you say nito or something? That's a funny name, you're from a playland."

Fuck, I shouldn't have called myself a healer seriously.

I should have misled you in disguise.

"I'll give you one piece of advice. Get out of college. This is no place for a weak man like you."

"... thanks for the advice. But what about you?

He laughed niggly.

"Huh? You don't even have to ask. I'm not a healer, I'm not a civilian."

"Aristocrats, if that's the case, you're a good man."

"What am I mistaken for? I'm not noble."

If he did, he wouldn't wear it.

"My name is Patrick Razhausen. Royalty."