Isekai Healer Anime Novels & Stories

Zaha said solemnly. Ezekiel raised an eyebrow, slowly understanding what was going on. Heinrich was an Archmage, and Zaha was the best healer he had ever met—perhaps the best in the world. While Ezra was a Saintess… who had earned the complete trust of his father, the genius Axias Euclase. “But why only you? There's me… and so many other people who can help her,” Ezekiel said quietly. "You're right," said Zaha. "That's why I tried to heal Duke Almandine so he could help someday."

Especially that her mother Laara had told her of Rozelyn’s stepmother's real identity. Isla sees Rozelyn as the daughter she never had. But, she had only a little access to her life because of two things: fear and not enough power. Compared to vampires, werewolves, and blood witches, healers are just like herbs that grow anywhere but only being paid attention to when one needs them. Healers are just healers, not fighters like werewolves, attackers like vampires, and most especially not enchanters like the blood witches. They are only meant to heal—nothing more and nothing less, amidst the fact that they possess extra gifts. They. Are. Just. Healers.

The healer, an elderly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom, approaches without hesitation, her hands glowing with a soft, soothing light. “Move aside, let go of her hand,” she instructs, her voice calm and commanding. I carefully place her hand on the bed, my heart aching as I release her before kissing her forehead once again. The healer kneels beside her on the bed, placing her hands gently on Azura’s chest, her lips moving in a whispered incantation.

I placed a hand on his bicep. He glanced down at my hand and gave it a gentle pat. “Consider me your humble servant.” Beki rolled her eyes. I grimaced. “Well, at least he’s never subtle,” I said through our connection and pushed open the door. “The worst are those who hide their intentions.” There was nothing extraordinary about the room we stepped in—apart from the healer sitting behind a white desk that matched the decor. She had to be a friend of Ophois or an Egyptian goddess because she had the head of a lioness.

Jai asked while still rubbing Shoru’s head. “Well… I wish I can tell you the details. But this is very complicated for someone with outside of the medical field. But I can tell you that he has trouble breathing, his heart stopped beating, and well… Those are the only ones I can tell you. The rests are just too graphic to say…” Doctor Inoha said with difficulty. Darrion grimaced a bit. “Is it really that bad?” Doctor Inoha nodded sadly. “But luckily, we can get in touch with Doctor Sadame from Tsubasa Hospital. She is an excellent healer, and she was the one who made the cure along with team. You should thank her if you have time, she is the champion.”

I opened the door and there she was. “Do you need anything?” I asked. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “I heard sir Eiji visited you today. Did he leave already? Can’t stand to stay longer with you?” She said. This girl, Hitori Maeko, she’s the one who really wants Eiji. As far as I can remember, she’s been chasing him for years but Eiji never reciprocated her feelings. What’s more annoying is that she’s my cousin and that's why she can come in and out of my father’s palace. How tedious.

My eyes widen. A warm callous arm is wrapped around my waist. I can feel the rhythm of my pulse accelerates as my eyes cowardly shift to the left to look at the owner. And then catastrophe. Beside me, on my bed is sleeping Eren. Yeah, the same Eren who is my bodyguard. His body is resting on his right side, offering me his front view. He is peacefully sleeping, his face pure as an angel. But I come back to earth as my eyes land on his bare bronze callous chest.

He noticed the crystal on its forehead briefly gleamed and shined after it healed itself. A while ago, its body had already been bathed with its own blood of muddy black color from all the wounds it took. Yet now, it completely returned to its original color, like nothing happened in the first place. Feeling suspicious, Yman knitted his brows. Although he was not sure, he could still remember some of his teacher's teachings. He said that the monster with '+' on their rank tend to have a crazy mode that will be triggered when the monster's health points dropped at a certain percentage.

"The healer's special salve. It should help with the fever." She opened the jar, and the sharp scent of healing herbs filled the tiny space. Before she could hand it over, Landon swayed dangerously. "I can't..." he gasped, clutching the wall for support. "Everything's spinning..." Without thinking, Elara stepped forward to steady him. The moment their skin touched, their bond flared to life. A jolt of electricity seemed to arc between them, carrying echoes of shared sensation – his burning fever, her cool strength, and underneath it all, a current of something deeper, more dangerous.

“Well… in this pack, royal members have access to every room. It’s up to us whether or not we knock.” “That just proves you have zero manners.” He chuckled but quickly grew serious when his eyes landed on my thigh. “It hasn’t healed? That’s… slow.” I flared my nostrils, irritated. “That’s none of your business. I don’t need your help or your questions.” Before I could finish the thought, he bent down and touched my thigh — healing it instantly. “It’s a small thing. You shouldn’t be so stubborn.” His words triggered a wave of memories — ones that made me feel weak to the bone.