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 be claiming his throne, and brought his army. Then again, it doesn’t matter—I had been planning this ritual for a long time, and now… Am I in another world? In the body of some young kid? And what does it mean that a healer here is the most pathetic gift? You simply don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…