Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 365: D135. The Principle of the Ring_3

"And our duty as healers is to mend 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 ailments healers deal with are just minor illnesses and pains, and the number of lives a healer saves in a lifetime 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 someone to heal and eradicate these seemingly insignificant hurts.

If nobody is willing to do so, then she will.

"...Is that so."

Meeting the Hero’s sincere gaze, the Healer Association President was slightly taken aback, then smiled and extended his hand towards her.

"Well then, welcome, Hero, welcome 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. Medical Center♛

3. Maid Outfit

4. Girls’ Night-Time Chat

5. 1

6. 2

7. 3

8. 4

9. Hunting Knowledge Discussion

10. Critical Success/Extreme 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/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(1)=1

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

Several days later, at the Healer Association’s Medical Center.

"So cute... but isn’t she wearing a Slave Collar... Is this some 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 enforcement squads and the Church’s Judgement Court?"

"But how could such a beauty be wearing a Slave Collar..."

"You are the ones joking!"

The healer who was treating the shameless Adventurers’ wounds raised her head, her voice sharp though lowered.

"She is a newcomer 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 time fermenting 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 Equipment and start brawling were not unheard of, and those hot-blooded soldiers certainly didn’t fear a few scattered Adventurers.

Under the merciless treatment 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 remember 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 Equipment, 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 name came into her consciousness.

Hearing that slightly anxious voice, the Hero immediately 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 farmer 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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