Redo Of Healer Light Novels Novels & Stories

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.

"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.

**Kayo (voice breaking over comms, raw):** “Rowan! No!” The tendril coils for a killing second strike—tip dripping ichor. Kōjin roars diversion—hammer swinging wide, but distance too great. Seras and Lucian locked in nova charge—unable to break. Kayo dives faster than thought. Tails wrap me gentle but firm—foxfire shifting from orange destruction to soft, healing gold. Warmth floods immediate—gentle flames seeping into wounds, bones knitting with crackles of mending fire, blood retreating, lungs clearing.

Alaric’s hand tightens around my waist just as the light touches the edge of his blood. The entire bowl flashes. A sharp gasp escapes somewhere behind us. I blink against the sudden brightness. When my vision clears, I look down and the bowl has changed. The pale stone glows steadily and two thin strands of light connect directly to Alaric’s blood. No strands lead to Elias’ blood. The healer lowers her hands. The light dims and then fades until the room is once again illuminated only by the natural light coming through the windows. I stare at the bowl, then at the healer as I await her explanation of her findings.

Even these hardened warriors, men who wrestled mythical beasts for a living, had tears in their eyes. "The tendons in his limbs are entirely shredded by a Stygian blade..." the priest's voice violently shook. "His life force is nearly gone. And... his lower body has been completely destroyed by dark magic." Healing light flared up. I closed my eyes in pain and turned my back, pretending to sleep. I didn't want to look at Cassia. Not even for a second. Cassia sat by my bed. Her tears dropped onto my hand. "Darling, I'm so sorry. I will never leave your side again."

"The old healer brought the jar down from the northern tower himself. He said it was for the baby's cough. He said the child’s lungs were too thin for the ridge wind." "The old healer died in the snow three winters ago, Sana," I said. My voice was level, carrying that detached tone I had used ever since waking up in this world. "His records are gone. Yours are still in the book. If Kai Feng signs the integration with Ling Zhou’s father tonight, the eastern clerks will take over the lower logs. They won't care about the northern tower's orders. They will just see three names on a medical receipt that should never have been signed."

Chapter 77 - Ashina - Lucian held me tight after we were done and slept peacefully like a baby I did not miss it, yet again he had called me Ashina in the deed I could not understand it. I stayed up thinking about how every moment ignited a different but familiar kind of feeling The same one I always had in the past when I thought things were good I eventually fell asleep and when I woke up I was expecting to see the other side of the bed empty Just like it was the last time when Lucian had gone

He sighs and looks at them angrily. I hold his hand. “I am okay, you can leave us.” He nodded like he is out of choice. The ten members of the council surrounded me. They hold each other making a circle and I am inside of it. “I can able to foresee” “I can heal” “I am power” “I can bring light” “I bring darkness” “I bring luck” “I am cursed” “I am the protector” “I’m the destroyer” “I am the life…” They said it one by one and each of them has an aura.

Chapter 67: Here in this space ‘Hmm… someone’s holding my hand… it’s cold….’ I was surrounded by darkness when I came back to my senses. It wasn’t like this didn’t happen to me before. Oftentimes, I would get a what you call ‘spoiler’ from the novel. Other than that, I frequently met the original Heather whenever I fainted.

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.