Legendary Fountain

"Inhale, then—"

"Inhale again."

"That's right, hold it, keep inhaling!"

"Don't stop. Believe in yourself, you can do it! Inhale!"

Monica looked at Beatrice, whose cheeks had puffed out, and nodded in satisfaction. "That's enough. Exhale!"

"Pfft—"

A torrent of Pollution surged forward, and as Beatrice slowly turned her head, it blanketed an entire fan-shaped stretch of ground.

"Not bad. You have the best talent among this batch of patients."

With all six hands clasped behind her back, Monica began to appraise her with the calm air of an old master.

"An ordinary doctor can only cure your illness. But a legendary doctor like me can turn your illness into strength!"

"Beatrice, can you imagine how to use this exhalation ability of yours?"

Having finally finished exhaling, Beatrice scratched her head. "Um... recharging several Steam Engines at once?"

Monica choked, her lofty bearing collapsing as she snapped, "That's all you came up with!? Such a miraculous talent, and all you can think of is fueling Steam Engines?"

Theus stood at the edge of the testing grounds, listening to the conversation between Beatrice and Monica with great interest.

Logically speaking, Monica was supposed to be putting Beatrice through rehabilitation training right now, but...

Was this really how rehabilitation worked?

Still, Theus was genuinely interested. He had always felt that Beatrice's fountain ability had some major use, though he could not think of one at the moment.

This was exactly the sort of time when Monica could broaden their horizons.

But as Monica had said, using this ability merely for recharging was indeed too wasteful. Beatrice was being a little too conservative.

In Theus's view, it would be first-rate in combat. What Transcendents feared most was Pollution, and Beatrice's polluted breath had a wide range, long reach, and was easy to aim.