I devoted my whole life to studying the art of healing; I became the best, the strongest healer in my world… But my brother, for some reason, decided I would claim his throne and brought his army. Though it doesn’t matter—he had long been planning to carry out this ritual, and now… Am I in another world? In the body of some young guy? And what does it mean that in this place a healer is the most pathetic gift? You just don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…