"Kresh, I can give you the answer, but can you keep it a secret for me?"
Kreeher frowned at the enigmatic smile on Kyal's face. For the first time, she felt that she couldn't see the boy clearly, but... she also had a vague feeling that this might be the real him.
A swordsman's intuition is powerful, and a woman's sixth sense is equally strong. In the past month of getting to know each other, she had sensed that Kyal's smile seemed somewhat insincere.
But this smile, full of mystery, nonchalance, and a hint of mockery, felt completely genuine.
"...I can keep it a secret."
Kreeher agreed in a deep voice. Although the boy in front of her had become shrouded in mystery and was hard to fathom, she still agreed because she trusted Kyal, the benefactor who had brought her back to 'life'.
"Thank you for your trust, Kreeher."
Kyal put the quill back into the inkwell, turned his chair to face Kreeher, and asked with a slight smile:
"Kreeh, do you think my healing magic is powerful?"
Kreeher paused for a moment, but continued to answer:
"It's amazing, it's like a miracle."
"Ha...it truly is a miracle."
Upon hearing this, Kyal sneered:
"However, the magic of miracles is not without its price."
Under Kreech's questioning and worried gaze, Kyal continued speaking.
"【Recovery】has a fatal flaw."
"The so-called 'restoration' is a magic that brings the other person back to a normal state. In other words, you have to know everything about the other person before you can use it. Although the definition of normal varies from person to person, it cannot be considered a perfect cure if the experience etched on the body is also reproduced."
"For this purpose, this magic must instantly and completely instill everything that the object to be restored has experienced into the caster, so that the caster can understand the object."
“Kreh, do you know? From the past to the present, all the physical pain you have experienced, all the psychological fear you have experienced, I experienced in that brief moment of [restoring] you.”
Upon hearing the last sentence, Kresh stared in shock, her eyes widening.
From the beginning to the end, she crossed countless battlefields and experienced countless pains. From being unable to bear it at first to getting used to it and becoming numb to it, she certainly knew what pain felt like.
But she couldn't imagine how painful it would be if all that pain appeared at once in an instant... It must have been extremely painful... even painful enough to kill someone.
But why? At that time, he still seemed completely unresponsive?
Seemingly seeing through Kreeher's thoughts, Kyal spoke up and cleared up her doubts.
Are you wondering why I can endure this pain? Why I endure such intense pain and pretend there are no side effects? Why I continue to treat others even knowing how painful these side effects are?
"Because I don't want to be treated like trash by the cold-blooded and ruthless Princess Freya, if I show signs of side effects and can't bear the pain, and then refuse to treat others."
"I will be brainwashed by Freya with addictive drugs because I have lost my value, and become a dog who will obediently use [Recovery] and do anything as long as I am given the drug."
Kyal gave a cold laugh and stood up from his seat.
"How is this possible? How could Princess Freya be a cold-blooded and heartless person? How could she do such a thing..."
Kreeher instinctively retorted.
This is understandable. As a princess, Freya has always been perceived as an innocent, gentle, kind, understanding, and patriotic perfect person. Moreover, as a hero, she enjoys high prestige among the people, and only a very few people know her true nature.
It's impossible to believe something just by talking about it.
"You really don't believe me? Heh, Kreh, you know nothing about the dark heart beneath Freya's seemingly glamorous and beautiful exterior, nor about the darkness behind the seemingly heroic and prosperous kingdom of Geolar. Do you really think that the sword you wield to fight the demons for the kingdom truly represents justice?"
"You know nothing; you are merely a sharp blade held by the kingdom."
Kyal shook his head and sighed, seemingly feeling sorry for Kreeher.
"Kayal! What's wrong with you?! Why are you spouting such nonsense?!"
Kree was already showing signs of anger. She had fabricated and smeared Princess Freya, the hero of the [Art] class, and the Kingdom of Geolar, and even denied her belief in fighting. If it weren't for Kayal, she probably would have drawn her sword and killed anyone else!
“I didn’t take any medication, and I’m fully conscious. I’m not talking nonsense.”
Kyal's fingertips lightly traced the tabletop; the boy's expression was melancholy, and he finally sighed softly:
"Sigh... I don't blame you. After all, this matter has been quite a shock to you, so it's understandable that you suspect me. But even if you're planning to take action against me, how about I show you the evidence first?"
"Fine, show me the evidence. Let me see if Princess Freya really said what you described, and let me see if the Kingdom of Geolar is really as dark as you say!"
[Sword Saint] Kreeher's anger was gradually rising and was about to reach a critical point.
"Then please stand still. I am about to touch you and cast a healing spell on you to transfer my memories to you."
Kyal took a step closer to Kree.
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