"Senior Rachel, I actually know everything... but don't worry! I'll never tell the teacher!"

Since she asked, I'll just have to reluctantly pretend this thing is mine.

"Huh?"

But Senior Rachel's expression looked odd, as if surprised by my answer. At the same time, I sensed arcane power radiating from Julia. Glancing at her, I noticed Julia was inexplicably furious, seemingly annoyed by my earlier actions.

Rachel quickly stopped Julia.

"Julia, that's enough... Uh, Junior Nosad, we're leaving now!"

"Okay, see you later, Senior Rachel!"

I don't really get these girls' thoughts.

But now that I have this necklace, giving it to my teacher shouldn't make him angry, right?

Still, I should check it carefully. My teacher notices everything. If he spots any tiny detail on it, that'd be disastrous.

I examined the necklace closely in my hands but found nothing strange. Then I rubbed it gently with both palms to fade the girl's scent—especially Senior Rachel's distinctive lily perfume.

It's weird why Senior Rachel, who's so messy, wears perfume. A light lily scent can't cover body odors...

Maybe I'm overthinking it. She doesn't fix her hair much, but she's not truly unkempt.

Holding the necklace, I returned to the infirmary and bumped straight into my teacher, who was heading into the operating room.

"Back already? What were you doing? Hurry up and prep for surgery!"

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The operating room was painfully basic—no real disinfection gear. A strong alcohol smell filled the air... Originally, it reeked of mixed, nauseating odors. I can't imagine how my teacher performed stable surgeries here before.

After I arrived, I introduced alcohol disinfection. But this world lacks medical-grade alcohol, so we use high-proof liquor instead... For scalpels, we just briefly burn them over a flame. It's ridiculously primitive.

Just as I finished prepping and approached the operating room, several Empire soldiers were lingering outside. They snapped to alert when they saw me. Luckily, my teacher came out to grab supplies and explained things, so they let me pass.

"What's this? Did a military guy get hurt and need surgery?"

"Not exactly..."

My teacher shook her head. "It's about that corpse..."

"Huh?"

"This morning, someone found this body at the barracks' back gate. With no witnesses, they needed a coroner for an autopsy. But the coroner's off for Valentine's Day, so they dumped it on me."

"No way, Teacher—you're a doctor! Why would they think you can do coroner work?"

"Doesn't matter. I used to be one. Just dusting off old skills."

"What? Teacher, can I ask a personal question?"

"My age is an absolute secret. Don't even try prying it out of me..."

"Okay..."

"Let's begin then..."

She yanked the cloth off the corpse. The first thing I saw was a completely disfigured face. My stomach lurched, but I stayed still. I'm training to be a doctor—I can't flinch at this.

My teacher didn't touch the body right away. She glanced at its face and bowed slightly, like Earth's med students do before dissections.

"You don't handle this. Just take notes beside me..."

Relief washed over me. She stepped forward. With no plastic here, there were no medical gloves—she had to touch the corpse bare-handed.

"Record this: the deceased died around last night. The facial trauma suggests blunt-force impact... Hmm. No neck ligature marks. No struggle signs on limbs..."

She grabbed paper and a special obsidian pen, drew a magic circle on it, placed it on the corpse's face, and channeled a trace of arcane power. "Facial features: male, early thirties. A clear horizontal scar on the forehead—knife wound. Monolid eyes, likely blue, bloodshot... hasn't slept well. Broken nose bridge—frequent fighter. A distinct mole on the left foot. That's all."

She meticulously examined the body, unfazed. "Physical traits: average muscle tone—no soldier. Thin calluses on thumb, index, and middle fingers—office worker. Faint bruises, no major scars. He was beaten before death, but earlier—the bruises are fading..."

I stared blankly. I knew my teacher was skilled, but I never imagined a little loli could stay so calm doing coroner work over such a corpse.

Seriously, will a girl like this ever find a husband?