I devoted my entire life to studying the art of healing—I became the best, the strongest healer in my world… But my brother somehow decided that I would lay claim to his throne and brought his army. Still, it doesn’t matter—after all, I’d intended to perform this ritual for a long time. And now… am I in another world? In the body of some kid? And what does “healer” mean here—that’s the most miserable gift? You simply don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it should be done…