Benjamin Side (Past):

  I have Been Father Rolan's Assistant for Five Years. My Mother died from Illness when I was 9, and my father died shortly after in an Ibasan ambush, I was alone. I had no Siblings or other Family Members. But I had Father Rolan. He took me in after my parents died. There was no Orphanage in the Fortress City. An orphan's only hope was finding work or becoming a soldier.

  So, I was lucky to have the opportunity to become a priest. Sadly, it became apparent that I had little to no Magic Power. I could only heal a bee's sting or, at most, a Toothache. I couldn't cause the same Myricals as Father Rolan. But the Talent for healing Magic is rare. One in a thousand people can use it, and only one in ten can use it like Father Rolan did.

  He could heal Head injuries and deadly illnesses and even reattach limbs. He was respectful to everyone and stood counsel for many. Everyone respected him. Everyone needed him.

  But then he died. I had just turned 15 when Father Rolan died from old age. He had sent me away in the Morning to get a few herbs from the Garden. When I returned, I found him in his Rocking Chair. At first, I thought he was asleep, but when I touched him, he was ice cold.

  He was dead.

  There was still a mix of herbs in his Mortar. The Holy Book was still on the table. But just like his tea, he had gone cold.

  Benjamin Side (Present):

  The last few Weeks went by like a Storm. My teacher has died, his replacement wasn't here yet, and I was expected to fill the gap. At least, this is what I told myself. It still didn't feel real that the father, Rolan, who would scold me for not drying the herbs correctly or mistreating his books, wasn't there.

  I tried my best, but there were still many who died. I blamed myself, but the nurses and Patients disagreed.

  “You aren't Father Rolan,” they said, "You are just 15,” they said, or “It isn't your fault.” But I couldn't help but feel like I was failing Father Rolan. Like I had no right to call myself his student. But I kept going, doing my best for Father Rolan.

  And that was when she arrived.

  Janus Practically broke through the door while carrying someone. Already screaming my name, he went and spoke

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  “Ben! Benjamin! Benni!”

  “How many times do I have to tell You I hate it when People call me Benni,” I complained to him, my nerves reaching their breaking point. “And don't barge in like this. This is supposed to be a sickbay, not your...” But before I could continue with my barrage, Janus interrupted me.

  “Benni! She is a Healing Mage.”

  At first, I didn't understand what he said, but as soon as I did, I sprung up and dragged the confused-looking Woman towards the worst Case. A Patient with a spear wound. We were too afraid of him bleeding out by pulling it Out. Of course, we didn't mean to just let it in. I already used all my magic to keep the Blood poisoning at bay. But with my small amount of Magic Power, it would take me at least a week to save him.

  On the other hand, the Mysterious Woman, after hesitating for a moment, scanned the Patient like an expert before grabbing the Spear tip, pulling it out, and immediately sealing the wound with Magic.

  The Wound was gone. In One Moment, the Man was dying on his last breath, but now he was saved.

  After this Myrical, we dragged The Woman from one Patient to the next throughout the Sickbay.

  At the end of our frenzy, when we reached Averell's bed, she removed the Bandages around his arm and revealed the bloody stump. The Poor guy had lost his Hand and got a shield against his head. I thought she would just heal the stump. But I couldn't have been further from the truth. Because I have never seen anyone do this before.

  As soon as she touched Averell's arm, a green light enveloped the stump. The surrounding flesh began to stir, and a whole new hand, like the old one, grew from his wrist. Janus and I were stunned.

  While we were still busy gawking at the new Hand, she had gone ahead and had already healed Averell's Head Injury. We only returned to our senses when she fell asleep on Averell's bed. And I finally noticed I still had no idea who or what she was.

  “Janus? Who is she?”

  Janus replied, “Her name is Ruby, I think.”

  “You think?” I asked, exasperated.

  But Janus shrugged and explained, “She doesn't speak our language.”.

  Unsatisfied with his answers, I yelled at him, “Janus, she regrew a whole hand like it was nothing! Is she a bloody saint or what!?”

  Janus was surprised by my sudden outburst and quickly replied, pressing his index finger against his lips, “Shh, calm down. I don't know. She is a prisoner from the Crater.”

  “She is an Ibasan?” I asked, beginning to question my whole worldview.

  Janus answered by waving his hand and saying, “No, I don't think so. If she were an Ibasan, she would have had no reason to show me she can use healing Magic.”

  At that moment, Averell woke up, and Janus left my side to celebrate with his brother.

  Only a Cardinal or the Pope should be capable of regrowing Limps. But I have seen all their Pictures. I would have remembered if one of them looked like her. Was she a Holy Figure from another Country? An Ibasan, our direct neighbor, would have been the obvious answer. Still, an Ibasan would never help us, especially not by healing our soldiers.

  While I was pondering over this, Janus had already picked her up in an almost tender princess carry. The Patient and I wanted to thank her. Still, she had apparently used up all her Magic Power for them before falling asleep from exhaustion.

  Janus was almost out of the door before I hastily said, “Hand her over to the Maids. You have no idea how to care for someone, especially when it is a Woman.".

  He looked almost hurt before saying, annoyed, “Yeah, I will Hand her over.”.

  When They were gone, I still couldn't believe it. It felt like a dream.