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AMANISA’S POV “I can’t give up the throne.” That was the first thought I had after the healer left. Mother Healer used to be someone I knew and if she was still the same person, I believed she should have known that I was back in the realm. Davina had delivered the message of Mother Healer, a female Healer that was considered the leader of all healers. And to be clear, healers were all females. Every one of them. Even if a healer should give birth to a male Lycan, that child wouldn't have the gift of a healer.

Never had I imagined I would meet the Chief Healer himself. The healers are a rare order of gifted werewolves specialized in divine restoration. A gift said to have come from the Moon herself. They are so scarce, so expensive, that only high-standing families can afford their services. And here, in front of me, stands the chief healer. I blink in astonishment. I'd expected the chief healer to be older, slouching. Not whoever this man was. Dorion walks further into the room with the unhurried steps of someone who knows exactly who he is and does not need to prove it.

“That does sound fun. I’m on my way. Western edge? Ten minutes. And I might bring someone.” A friend. She meant me. When she hung up, she grinned. “There’s a monster heading straight toward us. Want to help take it down?” “A monster?” My pulse kicked up. “Like a huge one? Looks like it used to be a wolf?” “Exactly. You’ve seen one before?” “It is a wolf.” “I know,” she said. “We want to stop it without killing it. See if we can reverse what was done. Our healer knows the drug that causes it.”

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Amelia says gently, and my eyes snap open to search hers. She gives me a sad smile, but it doesn't help my confusion. "What do you mean heal me," I ask, and she straightens her stance before answering. "I don't know how much you know about werewolves. But I am Queen Amelia Stone, future Moon Goddess. Leader and mother to all werewolves. I have many abilities and gifts—one of them being the ability to heal. I can heal your body with a touch of my hand," Amelia answers, and my jaw falls open yet again.

‘Enemies who know how to reach into forgotten graves and pull monsters back into the light. I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep reading. Further down the page, another term appeared… Mount Healers.

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca. Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else? It's because I am a "Healer." Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. The

The young girl, a little distracted, flinched. "Oh, huh, me?" "Yeah, heal the others too. There's still time so let's hurry." "Fine… But you're much better than me at this, I wonder if I can heal a broken bone." Dora thought for a moment and turned to Mercy. "What kind of monsters drop healing soul stones?" "Uuuh... Not on my card, aren't healers just good with a lot of magic power?" "Angels." Zuri said mockingly. Sana sighed lightly and walked toward Dora and stood next to him.

Thanking the goblin for suffering unjust pain for the sake of his education, Zen delivered the merciful killing blow. By the end of his lesson, the goblin looked more human than a monster, except for green skin and a goblin face. Lorren had to admit that Zen had more talent than the other adventurers looking at becoming a healer. Ordinarily, he would end the specialisation quest at healing wounds. Most healers were only required to heal party members during combat. The more talented few would learn to cast basic blessings to increase their party members’ base stats. However, it was a waste to let Zen go so quickly.

“She’s proven it. And if anyone dares call her a threat again, they’ll have me to deal with.” In the corner of the pavilion, Winona watched from the water basin, narrowing her eyes. She saw how the remnants of that emerald green light still shimmered around Seara’s veins. She realized one thing that had almost escaped her, and even the Alpha himself. Seara wasn’t just an ordinary healer who had temporarily lost her powers. The girl had just demonstrated the potential of a Luna Healer, the only uncommon Lycan status. She was still puzzled by the legend of Vis Sanatrix that Seara carried. Seara was also a rare healer, and her healing powers were still unstable. The black mark on Seara’s wrist