Todos los capítulos de Academy's Head's Rejected Beast Is a Prodigy Healer: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I didn’t go to my chamber.Instead, I walked straight to the High Warden’s tower, the heavy leather coat of my official Academy uniform rustling against my legs. With every step, the spirit stone in my hand grew colder, its faint pink glow flickering like a candle drowning in its own wax. Ten years of feeding it my soul power, ten years of trying to bridge the chasm between an emerging hero of the academy and a common snow bunny—all evaporating into ash.Inside the Warden’s office, the old lion beastman didn't even look up from his ledgers when I placed the dim stone on his mahogany desk."You're early, Adria," Warden Vane said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "The decade seal doesn't dissolve until three days later.""I'm not here to ask for an extension, Warden," I said, my voice steady—a sound so foreign to my own ears that even Vane paused, lifting his sharp, golden eyes to meet mine. "I'm here to file the final severance paperwork."Vane leaned back, his clawed fingers i

“Ares, what are you doing?” A sharp laugh cut through the quieted field. “Did you really rush over to cradle a defective little bunny over a tiny hit of mana?”“Look at him,” another batchmate chimed in, smirking clearly audibly. “The great Ares, panicking because his servant got a little bruised. Molly’s blast wasn’t even full strength! If your bonded beast is that weak, maybe you’re just wasting your academic credits on a glass doll.”The snickers rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Ares’s body went rigid. The warmth of his hands holding me up abruptly turned cold. The guilt in his eyes evaporated, instantly replaced by a wave of burning embarrassment as he looked up at his peers’ mocking faces.He shoved me away.Without his support, I hit the dusty ground, coughing up another crimson streak across the dirt.“Tsk. Pathetic,” Ares snapped, his voice elevated so the whole crowd could hear him. He wiped his hands on his trousers as if touching me had dirtied him. “Getting knocked

Ares’s POV"Sir, for the fourth time today, Elder Thomas is requesting an audience in the main study.""Send him away!" I slammed my fists onto the oak desk, the heavy mahogany splintering beneath my palms. Dark, chaotic mana flared around my fingers, burning the edges of the parchment maps spread across the room. "I don't care if the entire High Order burns to the ground. Tell him I am busy!"The subordinate bowed until his forehead nearly touched the floor, his knees trembling. "M-Master Ares, please forgive me... I tried to turn him away. But the Elder explicitly stated that his visit is directly related to... to the servant girl. To Adria."My head snapped up.The suffocating rage that had been boiling in my chest for the past forty-eight hours suddenly locked into a sharp, lethal focus.Adria.The name felt like a jagged blade dragging across my throat. She thought she could just walk away? She thought she could snap our ten-year bond and vanish into the night? How dare she!"Brin

Adria’s POVThe journey to the Obsidian Ridge was a relentless stretch of biting winds and jagged stone, a stark contrast to the manicured lawns and marble pillars of the Academy. As Julian guided me further north, the lush green forests withered away, replaced by towering black basalt peaks and skies painted in permanent hues of twilight and aurora.Despite the harsh landscape, the realm of Obsidian Ridge felt... alive.When we finally crossed the glowing wards marking the territory's border, I had braced myself for a bleak wasteland filled with exiled monsters as we were told in the Academy. Instead, I found a thriving, hidden sanctuary. The structures were built directly into the dark mountainside, glowing with gentle, luminescent blue mana crystals that provided warmth and light. There were no gilded gates or hierarchical crests here—only purpose and quiet efficiency.Julian led me toward a massive, warm cavern that served as a central healing sanctuary and hub. As we stepped ins

He didn't wake up immediately. But he changed. The dark, corrupted mana veins that had crept up his throat receded, fading into faint, silver-tinged scars. Every morning, I sat beside the black frost-stone platform, holding his pale, calloused hand. I would focus my mana, weaving thin threads of pure, uncorrupted light into his shattered spirit realm. It was exhausting work. Healing a consciousness that had been fractured by dark-curse poison felt like rebuilding a glass tower in the middle of a storm.Yet, I was never alone. The beastfolk made sure of it.Peter, the little panda beast, would waddle in twice a day carrying wooden trays of hot, herb-infused broths meant to restore my depleted energy. Lady Foxy would sit near the foot of the platform, carefully brushing the dust from Hades’s robes and whispering updates about the sanctuary. Even Julian came by regularly, adjusting the ancient arrays around the chamber to ease the strain on my core."He moved his fingers today," I whispe