Chapter 8

The members of the School of Balancing spent less than half an hour repairing the devastating damage caused by Emile on the playground. However, the psychological aftermath, for those who are sensitive, is not so easily repaired.

Imagine, in the supposedly safest place in the world, a staff member gets furious and flips over a car on the playground after being pranked by a student, leaving an indelible impression on these future magical seeds. It may seem like not such a big deal…

But Headmistress Damia, out of caution, decided to provide both physical and psychological treatment for everyone who was injured. As the premier magical academy on the continent, the School of Balancing has a highly professional post-event system, with a series of psychological counseling guidelines in the student handbook distributed at the beginning of the school year. And now, they even quickly set up a post-disaster recovery center and counseling room at the entrance of the playground within that half hour.

Believe it or not, the counseling teacher is none other than the legendary Headmistress Damia, the world's number one magician, the Star Diviner Damiasama.

The specific treatment process is that Damia sits inside with a smile on her face, warmly shaking hands with each student in need of counseling. I couldn't help but look at the news appearing on the crystal ball in my hand and at the jubilant Aiya and Wakaka.

"So, what kind of brain-dead celebrity handshake event is this..."

The two of them said in unison—

"It's post-disaster recovery."

"No, it's clearly a handshake event..."

Wakaka and Aiya are both Damia's fans, so they wouldn't miss this rare opportunity and pull me along to join the line. They even started pinching each other while waiting in line...

Aiya, with one hand on her side and the other pulling my left sleeve, facing Wakaka—

"I see you're in good health and looking happy. You were just mocking the archenemy with a cheerful smile. What do you need treatment for?"

Wakaka, with one hand on her chest and the other pulling my right sleeve, with a disdainful expression—

"In the end, what I have is not a physical problem but a psychological one. Do you understand the difference? It's not a matter of seriousness. It's really something quite rare..."

"I know, I know, you're just scared, right? Okay, look at this dumpling in my hand. One, two, three, you're recovered, go find that forest fairy and flirt."

"Huh? Hypnosis magic? And you're not even shaking the dumpling like a pocket watch?"

Seeing the conflict about to escalate, I was about to intervene, but I realized that the queue had reached us. An assistant outside the post-disaster recovery center and counseling room, a serious old man with white hair, looked up at us briefly.

Aiya (covering her side): "Ouch, it hurts. I just got hit by dirt that was lifted up and it hit my waist."

Wakaka (holding her temple): "Ouch, it hurts. I just got hit on the head by mental magic."

Me: "Ah... um, ouch, it hurts. I just..."

"Go inside, go inside."

Aiya (jumping up happily)/Wakaka (happily clasping her hands together on her chest): "Thank you, Sir!"

Watching the instantly healed two, the old man shook his head, prepared to pretend he hadn't seen like the previous dozen or so groups.

And then—

Looking at the smiling Star Diviner Damia sitting at the front desk, wearing a pristine white robe.

―"Damia-sama! I have long admired you."

―"Thank you for your support. Please take care of me in the future as well."

―"Can you sign here for me with this pen?"

―"Hmm, okay."

―"Thank you, thank you. I will work hard from now on!"

I looked at Aiya going through this familiar process in confusion, and then Wakaka pushed me aside and went through it again.

So I said.

This is definitely not a Rehabilitation Centre, it's clearly a celebrity Handshake Meeting...