Redo Of Healer Light Novel English の小説・ストーリー

"My name is Elara Favour. And I am the 'Master Key' you lost. I am the signal you can't jam. And we are coming for your reservoir." Outside, across the campus, the lights in the hostels began to flicker and change from red back to a steady, calm white. The 'Priming Phase' was breaking. Julian slumped against the desk, his hand finding mine amidst the wires and the glass. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, but he was smiling. "Fifty chapters," he whispered, his thumb brushing my palm. "And we’re just getting started."

Volumes on forbidden healing, curses that corrupted the body, and rituals most healers would never dare speak of aloud. I barely glanced at them, my trembling hands moving quickly from one spine to the next. Then one title stopped me cold. Dark Bloodline Curses. I pulled it free with what little strength I had left. My heart sank the moment I opened it. Most of the pages had been torn away, leaving behind nothing but jagged edges where they had once been. My trembling fingers turned through the fragments that remained, searching desperately for something useful. There wasn't much. But there was enough.

"Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll treat you soon. I'll take you out of here, Yuki. I—" Yuki smiled softly and began to close her eyes before Fūma managed to finish his words. The hand that had been holding his face was falling down. Yeah, that was the last thing Yuki could say. Her strong desire and willpower kept her to survive, even with those wounds. Before she finally breathed her last. "Yuki? Yuki?! YUKIIIII!!!" Fuma kept screaming at Yuki's name. He knew it was useless. He knew that but still did so while holding onto Yuki's cold body.

The constant burn in my chest is gone, replaced by an odd lightness, fragile and new. Kaelen exhales shakily, his hand trembling as he reaches for mine. “You did it,” he murmurs. “No,” I whisper, squeezing his fingers weakly. “We did.” For the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe without pain. The air feels pure, cold against my skin. But the healer’s expression hardens suddenly. Her gaze drifts toward the window, to the blood-red glow outside. “What is it?” Kaelen asks.

Lore Light’s loud voice echoed in the surroundings and the still confused servants and students from the blast hurriedly came back to their senses to help their friends and comrades while bringing the heavily wounded to Lore Light. As the caretaker of the Moon view temple, Lore Light’s special healing ability is known to all, and even the former caretaker took some of his energy to save a few lives that were almost snuffed out by the explosion. Lore Light felt his energy leaving his body as a white and pure light shone on his palms and melded into the body of the heavily burnt arms of the temple student in front of him. “Carry the healed ones to the main hall of the temple and let the female

Red didn’t even bother to lift his eye up to Six, he just brought both hands to the wound on her side and started pressing down until Maryan was howling in pain. “Yeah, well I ain’t exactly human.” A flash of white lightning started to crackle from his hands and Maryan’s howls of pain became louder. All of a sudden her cries stopped and her head fell lifelessly to the pavement. Red pulled his hands away from her after a few more seconds and the large deep wound that had once been there was gone. He’s a healer?! Red’s breathing was labored as he stared at Maryan’ furry face. He ran his hand over her head and smiled slightly at the feeling. After a moment he leaned forward and whispered one wo

“No.” “It’s only a drop,” the healer said. She didn’t resist when they sliced the pad of her finger. A single bead of blood fell into the water. The reaction was instant. The surface shimmered like silver lightning had struck it. The candles flickered, then surged in brightness. The water glowed. Not red, not gold, but moonlight. Kade took an involuntary step back. The healer whispered, “It’s not possible…” “What?” Matthias demanded. The healer turned slowly. “She’s not wolf-born… but neither is she human.”

Alarmed, he jerked himself from the half-trance the healing ritual had induced and clamped his hand like a vise around the healer’s forearm. Kendalf instantly withdrew from the wounds in Zendedari’s body. The room fell dead silent; the very air itself stilled, thickened. The flames vanished from the candles, plunging the room into the total darkness of night, yet it was no darkness to the group. Little beads of perspiration dotted Kendalf’s forehead, the only indication of how difficult the healing process was on the healer.

“What are you doing, Luna?” I didn’t even spare him a look. I was on a mission to save Trevor, and nothing and no one would stop me. No sooner had I obeyed the foreign voice, images flashed in front of my eyes, images of torn flesh and blood. And then, a green light started to emanate from my hands. The healers stood stunned for a moment there before withdrawing their hands, almost as if scalded.

“Bring the healer.” The command rolled across the hall, sharp and final. One of the guards bolted, returning moments later with a man dressed in pale robes, smelling of herbs and sharp iron. The healer fell to his knees beside the rogue, hands glowing faintly as he sealed the bleeding gashes. The rogue’s chest heaved, breaths evening out as strength slowly seeped back into his battered frame. The room was silent except for the sound of healing and the occasional whimper of the rogue. My gaze flicked to Alaric again. His expression was cold, detached, as though this were routine, as though life and death were tools at his disposal.