I devoted my whole life to mastering the art of healing and became the best, the strongest healer in my world...
But my brother somehow decided I would lay claim to his throne and brought his army. Then again, it didn’t matter—I’d been planning this ritual for a long time, and now...
I’m in another world? In the body of some young guy? And what does it mean that “a healer” here is the most pathetic gift? You just don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done...