I devoted my whole life to learning the art of healing. I became the best, the strongest healer in my world… But my brother somehow decided that I would try to claim his throne and brought his army. Then again, 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 man? 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…