All my life I devoted myself to the study of healing arts, becoming the best, the strongest healer in my world… But for some reason my brother decided I would stake a claim to his throne and brought his army. Then again, it doesn’t matter—I've been meaning to perform this ritual for ages, and now… Am I in another world? In the body of some boy? And what does “healer” mean here—just the most pathetic gift? You simply don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…