"And our duty as healers is to nd the broken circle, protecting life within from the assault of death."
He paused, his gaze shifting towards the Hero who was listening intently.
"As life professions, healers are unable to directly resist death like Clerics, or even to resurrect life. All we can do is to strive to hold the line between life and death, giving life a chance to breathe and recover.
"Are you disappointed? Actually, I should have told you this before your reincarnation. After all, with your abilities, it wouldn’t have been impossible for you to grasp the Forbidden Curse of Resurrection if you were to develop within the Church."
The President of the Healer Association rubbed his temples with a troubled look.
"Should I really accept my age, I’ve been inconsiderate again..."
The Hero didn’t mind the incongruity of his youthful appearance with these words and simply shook her head, then spoke seriously.
"No, I think you all are remarkable."
Even without powerful Magic and extraordinary skills, healers still fight against endless agony with their knowledge and limited magic power.
Perhaps to the healing Clerics or Druids who master the magic of life, the ailnts healers deal with are just minor illnesses and pains, and the number of lives a healer saves in a lifeti might be fewer than the Hero saves during a grand ceremony on the Highland.
But like with Goblins, no matter how minor and trivial these pains are, there’s no excuse to neglect them; the Hero also hopes there will be soone to heal and eradicate these seemingly insignificant hurts.
If nobody is willing to do so, then she will.
"...Is that so."
eting the Hero’s sincere gaze, the Healer Association President was slightly taken aback, then smiled and extended his hand towards her.
"Well then, welco, Hero, welco to becoming one of the remarkable ones."
The investiture ceremony will be held after [] regular events
D3=d3(2)=2
[The first event]
1. Weapon Shop
2. dical Center♛
3. Maid Outfit
4. Girls’ Night-Ti Chat
5. 1
6. 2
7. 3
8. 4
9. Hunting Knowledge Discussion
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(2)=2
[By the way, what about the Collar?]
1. Forget it!♛
2. Princess
3. Cat
4. Maid Outfit
5. 1
6. 2
7. 3
8. 4
9. Attempting to argue with the Curse
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(1)=1
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
Several days later, at the Healer Association’s dical Center.
"So cute... but isn’t she wearing a Slave Collar... Is this so new trend?"
"Calling it a trend seems too odd... Could it be she’s a private slave of a Noble household...?"
"Stop joking around, who dares to openly keep slaves nowadays without fearing actions from the Kingdom’s enforcent squads and the Church’s Judgent Court?"
"But how could such a beauty be wearing a Slave Collar..."
"You are the ones joking!"
The healer who was treating the shaless Adventurers’ wounds raised her head, her voice sharp though lowered.
"She is a newcor in our association, and the Hero who repelled the Highland Demon and exterminated the Goblins in the city! Even if you are always roughing it out in the wilderness, you must have heard of her reputation."
The two adventurers’ eyes widened incredulously as they glanced again at the healer in front of them and then at the petite Hero busily working at a distance.
"You’d better behave," the healer warned coldly, pressing harder on the wound while using magic to disinfect, causing the adventuers to grimace in pain, "Or it won’t end well for you if the military hears of this."
With ti fernting and the upcoming investiture ceremony soon to officially make her a Border noble, the Hero’s reputation in the army was rising like the midday sun.
Although the Border military maintained strict discipline, in this tough city, incidents where soldiers would strip off their formal Equipnt and start brawling were not unheard of, and those hot-blooded soldiers certainly didn’t fear a few scattered Adventurers.
Under the rciless treatnt of the healer, the Adventurers did restrain themselves for a bit after a few cries of Pain but soon couldn’t contain their curiosity and began whispering to each other.
"It’s really the Hero? Then she can’t possibly be a Slave. I heard that even the Fourteenth Princess will attend her investiture ceremony, and even Lord Count wouldn’t dare to do such a thing."
"So could it be a personal preference?"
"Who knows, many strong individuals have their quirks. Do you rember the Masochist from the Black Gate we caught recently? I heard that bride was a tough one..."
"You would only dare to say that after she was caught."
"No, it might also be a Cursed Equipnt, the price of Strength is always very heavy..."
"Is that why you are lying here? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the Church?"
In the distance, the Hero’s ears trembled slightly, the lobe unwittingly blushing an appealing red.
Although the Adventurers thought they were whispering quietly, with the Hero’s Perception, every conversation in the building couldn’t escape her Listening...
Though she didn’t really want to listen, she couldn’t help caring about it and ended up hearing everything clearly.
"Hero—"
Just as a jumble of thoughts filled the Hero’s mind, a voice calling her na ca into her consciousness.
Hearing that slightly anxious voice, the Hero imdiately snapped back to awareness.
"I’m on my way!"
[Patient condition]
D100 30=d100(18) 30=48
"There, that should be no problem now," the Hero said, wiping away non-existent sweat and smiling.
"Thank you, thank you..." said the farr weakly, with a look of gratitude on his face.
The Hero smiled with a nod and then turned to leave the sickroom.
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