All my life I dedicated myself to the study of healing skills, and became the best, strongest healer in my world… But my brother somehow decided that I would try to claim his throne and brought his army. Though, it doesn’t matter—I've been planning this ritual for ages, and now… I’m in another world? In the body of some young kid? And what does it mean here that a healer is the most pitiful gift? You just don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…