When you have two magical gifts, there’s always a choice about which one to develop—but I’m not going the easy way, and I chose what most aristocrats despise: healing. Thanks to the memory of my past life, I know you can save lives not only by crawling around with a bag of bandages on the battlefield, but in other ways too. Let my family disapprove of it, but I’m going to prove to everyone that healers have been unfairly underestimated all this time. And how could it be otherwise, if I’m Demidov—and we’re known for our stubbornness.