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

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

He had the same red eyes as my mother. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m not here to hurt you. I’ve brought you porridge and some water. You must be hungry and thirsty after what happened to you.” He said. I couldn’t sense any danger from him. As he handed me the porridge, I noticed that he had green hair. The same as those men from Hokkyokusei. “Who are you?” I asked. I took the spoon and scooped up the porridge. He sat back down on the chair next to the bed. He just looked at me as I ate. I was waiting for him to answer my question.

The only explanation behind the glowing garden was him, but there was no explanation behind the witchcraft. I desperately looked to him for answers. When did he recognize me? How did he create the glow? His eyes looked farther away as he launched into his tale, his voice low and soft. “When I was young, I was lost in the forest and almost died because of a warrior’s betrayal,” he said, his hazel eyes darkening, “A beautiful healer found me. She healed my body and my mind and then gave me a crystal stone.”

I have nothing to do because of my state, but I will get my body ready because the moment my limbs return, I will surely jump to the sky again to rip off this healer's wings and neck! But before I could fully return to the battle, the next thing I witnessed was a nightmare. "W-what? No!" I yelled as I saw one of the healers pierce a lycan's chest with its spear. As if the lycan was a mere toy, the healer swung his spear around before throwing our poor lycan member to the ground.

She came forward trembling. Then she looked at me. " The Healers were attacked by the Grey Wolf Hounds. All of them are dead. Only one survives. " There was not another moment to waste as we ran where the injured Healer was barely breathing. He tried to get up as soon as he saw me coming. " You don't need to get up, " I bent down beside him and grabbed his hand to support him while he was trying to sit up. The gnashing on his flesh was still bleeding but he insisted that I listened to what he had to tell.

The midnight hour found Elara slipping through shadows toward the abandoned healer's cottage, a jar of sacred healing salve clutched in her borrowed hands. Through their bond, she felt Landon's pain like a constant throb, each movement pulling at the fresh lashes across his back. The cottage door creaked softly as she entered. Landon sat on an old cot, moonlight streaming through broken windows illuminating her borrowed form. The sight of her own body, marked by wounds she'd been forced to inflict, made her heart clench.

"Yours is actively healing curse damage in real-time.” "We already knew that," Kael said curtly. "Ah, but did you understand why?" Dr. Ashford's excitement was infectious despite Kael's hostility. "Miss Sena, your bloodline isn't just common—you're descended from the original lunar healers. The ones who could purify corrupted magic itself." My breath caught. "That's impossible. Those bloodlines died out centuries ago."

illummino said, "Redemption scroll?, what does it do?" he asked, "Exactly what it means, it cleanses the soul of a dark creature and shows them peace, though you have only three chances to use it" aether said, "We have a plan, one that herega will not expect" illummino spoke, Jason knew straight away, "You are going to cut her connections to this realm" he said and they nodded, "Herega flaunted it in our faces without our knowledge, Marxis and derora" aether said,