My name is Nosad Riel. Theoretically, I shouldn’t be an ordinary person—after all, no average Joe would be telling you this story right here.

Like many novel protagonists you’ve read about, I’m a transmigrator. A soul transmigrator, to be precise. My soul replaced the original one in this body. Sounds a bit awkward, I know, but it’s not exactly incomprehensible.

I wound up on this so-called Continent of Magic, where nearly everything runs on magic. It offers folks with no background a shot at turning their lives around. Take me, for instance: born a farmer’s son, I’d normally inherit the plow. But with magic talent? I could enroll in an academy.

As they say, knowledge changes fate. An education meant a chance to rise. As a mage, my future here would’ve been bright.

Well, that was just an example.

Like those same novel protagonists, I was declared talentless during Gloria Academy of Magic’s entrance exam. I suspected the testing stone was broken—or maybe someone targeted me. But the examiner swore on his family’s honor that the stone worked fine. I hadn’t pissed off any village bullies either. So I accepted my fate.

Still, opportunity favors the prepared.

That very morning, broke and desperate, I’d snatched bread from an unknown loli. Imagine my luck when I bumped into her again on campus.

Enemies recognize each other instantly—I was caught red-handed by that very loli.

And so, Rein Hart—the loli in question—became my teacher.

What a ridiculous name. If I were an author, I’d laugh myself silly naming a protagonist that. But hey, it’s an isekai world! Ridiculous name or not, I can’t mock my teacher.

Bigger shock? My teacher’s a loli! A trope straight out of anime, yet here I am. Guess the transmigration gods haven’t completely abandoned me.

Disappointingly, she’s not a magic instructor. She’s the school medic at Gloria Academy of Magic—a medic who’s barely competent with magic.

But then I remembered protagonists who forged paths through medicine. Could I become the world’s greatest doctor under her tutelage?

Hoping to master healing, I became her sole disciple.

*Sole* because her methods terrify everyone else.

It’s like Hua Tuo offering Cao Cao a craniotomy for his headaches. Her advanced techniques are unthinkable here. Most "surgeries" on this continent barely scratch the surface. People recoil at her invasive approaches.

Then there’s the Holy See—the continent’s largest medical authority. A Holy Light-worshipping sect whose knights never ambush foes. Instead, they bellow: "Holy Light! Do You see that enemy?!"

If I were the Holy Light, I’d clothesline that idiot mid-shout. Seriously, how is that not annoying?!

My teacher and the Holy See are bitter enemies—close to outright war. She rarely leaves campus; stepping out means Holy Knights hunting her down.

No joke. Once, she went for a stroll and came back shoeless, chased by knights.

Why? Her medical breakthroughs threaten the Holy See’s profits. Plain and simple.

"Nosad! Daydreaming again? Where’s yesterday’s report?"

Her voice sounds icy—like a tsundere loli—but her actions betray warmth. Or maybe she’s just secretly a flirt.

"Here, Teacher!" I shoved the report across the desk, dodging a potential door-slam to the forehead.

She wore a modified lab coat—still too big, dragging like a mobile mop. Her youthful face perched glasses she never let me touch. Without them, she’s completely blind. "They’re special," she’d say. I suspect they hide secrets.

She adjusted her glasses, peering up at me. "And the thing you promised me?"

"Huh? What thing?" My memory’s trash. I scratched my head, drawing blanks. I never fake confidence—when lost, I ask. She usually doesn’t mind.

This time was different.

Her mouth, previously level with the floor, curved sharply downward. A clear sign of displeasure.

*Oh crap. I forgot something critical.*

"Right! I remember! I’ll buy it now!" Survival first. Not because her anger scares me—but because this loli cries when upset. And tears? I’ve got zero defense against those.