All my life I devoted myself to studying the art of healing, becoming the best, the strongest healer in my world… But for some reason my brother decided I would try to claim his throne and brought his army. It doesn’t matter, though—I’d planned this ritual for a long time. And now… I’m in another world? In the body of some kid? And what does it mean that here “healer” is the most pathetic gift? You simply don’t know how to handle power. But I’ll show you how it’s done…