Healer for a Battle Mage

Didn’t pass the minister’s son’s exam? Decided to teach a lazybones a lesson? Only you didn’t take into account that people like him don’t forgive grievances.

Because of him, they threw me out of the academy in disgrace, handing me a “wolf’s ticket.” And if it weren’t for the intervention of good acquaintances, I could have forgotten about working in my profession—and about any other job as well.

They got me a place in one of the southern garrisons. And now, half a hundred battle mages are under my care, as well as a commander who believes I have no place among them at all. What can I say—troubles only temper. I’ll have to fend off the annoying attention of the mages, get used to living among uncouth oafish men, and constantly prove to the commander that I’m not some fragile “damsel” and that I can stand up for myself. Only for some reason, he doesn’t believe me…