Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 7: Swear

Darian felt something touch and wrap around him. So far, everything about him had been different from the norm, but luckily, it was just like she said. He felt himself being gently pushed out of her.

He had been right where her heart was—not physically inside it, but within something called a "spiritual heart." In an instant, he was expelled, and as he turned, he saw Niara for the first time in her entirety.

He had heard she was hundreds of years old, but he knew her bloodline made her live a long time. Given the fear and terror the soldiers had shown earlier, he expected to see an imposing woman, like some dreadful demon.

But... she was striking in a completely different way.

She was like a wildflower—exotic and thorny... yet absolutely beautiful and unique, to the point that Darian's eyes widened.

Niara looked like a young woman, at most in her early twenties. She was slightly shorter than Darian's human form.

Her long blue hair, like a clear sky, fell in soft waves. Her amber eyes carried both fascination and a hint of unease, making her already beautiful face stand out even more.

Her fair skin contrasted with the dark green scales that covered much of her shoulders, arms, and legs.

She wore a light white outfit that accentuated her well-defined curves without being over the top. A pair of wings, though not large, looked strong enough to let her soar freely through the skies.

To someone who didn't know her, Niara exuded beauty and an aura of melancholic tranquility, almost mystical.

"Focus." She spoke seriously, her eyes locked onto his with a worried expression, unaware of what he was actually thinking.

Darian snapped out of his daze and did as she said. The next moment, he saw a small green dot leave Niara and float toward him.

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Her face turned pale, and her expression tensed.

The moment it touched him, it felt like a drop of water falling into the middle of an ocean. It simply vanished, and he felt nothing else.

He focused on her in front of him, but nothing else came out.

"The inscription will only last ten more seconds. You don't have time to waste." A woman's voice sounded in the background. Then she sighed and added, "Even if you barely managed to pass the test... in the end, your mortal-level talent is just that."

Niara looked straight ahead, her expression serious. "Darian... I'm sorry. Just focus on that dot, imagine it expanding and covering you completely."

A bad feeling crept over him, but there was no time to argue. He focused, bringing the image of that dot to his mind.

A searing heat erupted inside him, like his entire existence was boiling. His vision turned pitch black. Five seconds later, everything vanished—and then, color returned to his world.

The first thing he saw was Niara's delicate face, extremely close to his, her eyes staring at him tensely.

She was way too close, and her face looked way too big... or had he gotten smaller...?

He blinked, trying to understand why the world around him suddenly seemed so vast. Looking down, he found himself resting in her hands.

The warmth and firmness of Niara's hands surrounded his body, but something was wrong—he couldn't feel his arms or legs.

When he tried to move, a cold shiver ran down his spine... or what should have been his spine.

Looking down, he saw nothing but a small, viscous, shiny form—a fragile, soft mass writhing slightly against Niara's skin. The shock hit him like a silent thunderclap.

"What the fuck?! I'm a slug?!"

Niara stared at him in silence, not knowing what to say. He looked like a tiny, harmless creature, resting in her hands as if fate had decided there was nothing left for him but to crawl.

"Poor thing... you're pretty cruel..." The woman's voice sounded again, her footsteps approaching. "You really are a one-of-a-kind Summoner in many ways. I've never seen a physical manifestation like this... it looks... no, it's definitely not something that can fight."

Darian froze, but Niara responded firmly, "It doesn't matter. I can fight."

"You're strong, that's true. If he managed to absorb a law that can become a support Blessing, this could work. But..." The woman paused, eyeing Darian carefully, evaluating him.

"You should already know this. Your mortal-level talent was replicated in him, creating his physical manifestation. A person with mortal talent was never supposed to receive a spiritual heart and take the test. You stole it and fused it into yourself. This shouldn't have happened—not because it's impossible to become a Summoner with that talent; it's happened before. But because your Spiritual Guardian would be absolutely useless. Worse, it would take at least a hundred times more effort and resources to evolve."

Silence filled the place for a few seconds. The woman kept her almost-smile.

"You're really cruel. You managed to summon him by some miracle, while he could have gotten a half-decent Summoner. Now, he's doomed forever..."

"Fuck off," Niara cut her off, staring at the woman coldly.

"I may have no talent, no background, no support, but I will never harm my partner." She turned her eyes to Darian in her hand, looking at him with determination. "I swear on my life. I'll fight with everything I have, do everything possible and impossible, no matter the cost. I'll fulfill our contract. It's a fair deal—you won't suffer because of me. Just trust me... please."

She started firm, but ended almost like she was begging for his trust. If she didn't have his trust, everything would fall apart with no way back.

She already knew about this huge problem and refused to accept it. According to past records, someone with her talent was destined to rot at the bottom. But...

Fuck the world and its rules.

There were no words, but Darian saw in her eyes the same resolve he once had. He could only sigh. Honestly, the two of them were a good match.

The woman beside them scoffed silently. But Darian kept his gaze locked onto Niara's, feeling her unwavering will.

She definitely had a bloody, ruthless past. But deep down, buried beneath it all... something pure and genuine was hidden.

"You called, and I came, didn't I?" Darian sighed. "I can't run away now. We're partners... we'll figure something out... I guess."

At that moment, he saw her face and eyes tremble. Her rosy lips moved ever so slightly, almost forming a smile, but she fought to keep her emotions in check.

"Dreams and wishes mean nothing in the face of reality, but that's not my problem." The woman beside them twisted her expression and spoke without emotion. "Your Spiritual Guardian has only 14 days before he's pulled back to his world. You've already wasted invaluable time. You have permission to go to the library and have him choose a Blessing. Everyone else at your level has done that long ago and is already preparing. In four days, you'll work like the others and be sent to the battlefield. That'll probably be the end of the line for you both."