All my life I devoted myself to learning the healing craft, becoming the best, the strongest healer in my world… But my brother, for some reason, decided I would claim his throne and brought his army. Still, it doesn’t matter—I’ve been planning this ritual for a long time, and now… I’m in another world? In the body of some young weakling? And what does it mean that a healer here is the most miserable gift? You simply don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…