All my life I devoted myself to studying the healing arts. I became the best, the strongest healer in my world… But for some reason my brother decided that I would claim his throne—and brought his army.
In any case, it didn’t matter—I’d been planning to perform this ritual for a long time, and now… I’m in another world? In the body of some young lad? 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…