…In the sense of “healers”? Who? Us?! You’ve made a mistake, dear sirs—we’re not healers, we’re students. We still have to study… (ugh), doctors… two more years. So we definitely aren’t the ones you need. Take us back! What do you mean you can’t? And we’ll just… leave? You want the injured to be treated??? How? Somehow? You just need to report to the ruler, right? Are you sure? Well, you asked for it yourself. Don’t complain later… In the text there are: # two cheerful transmigrant girls # one castle converted into a hospital # one very strict Dark Lord # one reckless fiancée of the Dark Lord # one magnificent general # thank goodness, only one talking enema, in love with the Dark Lord