Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 35: The Debt (2)

Darian always carried a vivid and painful memory, one he'd never forget for the rest of his life.

It was of a beautiful and gentle woman, but with an incredibly strong and determined gaze... sometimes distant and lonely... other times, crying silently, missing someone important when she thought she was alone.

Someone who, even with all the darkness in her past, still carried kindness and purity.

She was his mother, but... that image, especially that last image, was something Darian avoided remembering at all costs.

Everything happened on the day she never came home again.

Days later, they found her... and then, the sight of his beautiful mother, almost completely unrecognizable, was placed before him. It was the cruelest thing a son could witness, but he was forced to confirm that it was her.

She had worked in a house with full security, where absolutely no one would dare to do anything. And yet, she was found in a forest near that young man's residence, and the physical signs of what had happened to her before she died were marked all over her bare body.

Was that young man even questioned? Of course not. It seemed like no one was willing to dig deeper into the case.

Back then, Darian didn't know much. But when he finally decided to act, seeking out powerful people who did terrifying things in the city, he caught a memory— a conversation between that Young Master and someone else.

He was laughing, talking about how he had "had fun" with one of his maids, but she was like a furious lioness. So he took his time with her, slowly, but she was so wild that he lost control... and she died.

Darian never knew that Young Master's name. But from the vulgar descriptions, he knew exactly who he was talking about.

He was the one responsible for everything.

And now...

He was standing right there, in front of his eyes...

"WAIT!"

As Darian's loud roar echoed, the entire audience— and even those on the central stage— turned to look at him. Leander noticed Darian and Zeal too late, his eyes narrowing immediately.

Raon scoffed dryly. "Huh? Who's this idiot?" He said what everyone— including Leander's group— was thinking.

"I'm this group's support," Darian shot back without hesitation. "This fight is unfair without me, isn't it?"

Leander spoke coldly. "What? Darian, you're a rookie just temporarily training with our clan. Stay quiet—"

"Rookie or not, I'm in the group for the next mission, so that makes me part of it," Darian said, not even looking at him, his eyes locked on Raon. "You're betting money, right? How about I add to the bet?"

"Who the hell brought this idiot here? Why would I care about what a rookie has?" Raon spat.

But Darian was already moving, heading down from the stands toward the stage.

"Wait! They already agreed on the terms," Zeal tried to stop him. But Raon's group just stood there, watching, finding it amusing.

Darian stopped in front of the barrier, pulled out his golden card, and used a bit of his ring's power. The card activated, and a brilliant light of multiple colors flashed.

Everyone was instantly stunned.

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Darian had seen this light before when he paid for his place in the city. Back then, Rhea explained that it was a way to show people how much you had without revealing the actual numbers. Starting from a hundred million, a color appeared; every additional color meant another hundred million.

"Five... six... seven... WHAT THE HELL?! You have 700 million?!" Raon roared in shock.

Darian scoffed coldly. "Yeah. You only bet a hundred, plus everything they have. That probably doesn't even add up to 200 million. I alone add another 700 million. So, are you taking me in or not?"

Everyone was speechless. Even the judge was frozen. That amount was absurdly high— maybe only Raon's father had that kind of money lying around. A rookie? They didn't want to believe it... but the card was impossible to fake.

"That's the rookie Rhea mentioned?" The red-haired woman from Leander's group asked seriously.

Leander nodded, still a bit stunned. He knew this kid had made a lot, but why the hell was he throwing it away on a gamble?

"Great, great. I accept." Raon's mocking voice rang out. "My pride was hurting a bit with this battle— it really wasn't all that fair— but your clan is way too arrogant, thinking they can win. Anyway, you showed up at just the right time. Come, come!"

He turned to the judge at the back, who just let out a frustrated sigh.

"Wait, I never agreed to this. Our bet has nothing to do with him," Leander finally said. Then, he turned to Darian. "You idiot, get back. You're just a temporary member who's never even trained with us. This is my group's business."

"Who cares? I wanna help." Darian waved dismissively. "Whether you like it or not, I'm already part of the group. Don't be so stubborn. I'm a support, and you're missing one, aren't you? I might be a rookie who hasn't even trained with you guys yet, but I'll still be useful."

The three behind Leander looked thoughtful. They had heard of Darian before—they knew he was a rare healer. The fact that he had never trained with them didn't really matter, as long as he stayed in the back and was protected. His healing ability could be a decisive factor in this fight.

"Since when does your clan care about those details? That idiot called... I don't even know his name. He was a beginner support who joined less than a year ago, wasn't he?" Raon taunted with amusement. "Let's add something else, then. If my group loses, I'll also give you back that egg the idiot was holding onto. My father took it, but I'll personally go get it for you."

All four of them glared at him coldly, clenching their fists.

The three exchanged serious glances with Leander, and that was enough for him to understand exactly what they were thinking. He was the leader and didn't want to drag Darian into this, but the will of the group outweighed his hesitation.

"Darian," Leander said, turning to him. "I know this is unfair to you. Even if we win, we have no way to properly repay you. But even so, I'm asking for your help."

"It might be temporary, but I'm part of the group. There's no debt. I'm willing to fight, so let's see this through." He replied, his red eyes glowing with a faint, bloodthirsty light.

They all looked at him and immediately nodded.

"I like the rookie. Name's Matteo, I'm the tank of the group." The skinny, pale man said with a slight smile.

The red-haired woman drew her sword from its sheath, her sharp eyes locked onto him. "Call me Harper. I'm the fighter. After we beat these bastards, we'll get to know each other properly."

The beautiful young woman stepped forward a little shyly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Veyle. I'm the mage of the group. Thanks for helping."

They introduced themselves quickly before Leander took a deep breath and turned to the judge, who had been silently watching.

"We accept him in the battle. If we lose, he'll give up his points like the rest of us. But if the other side loses, Raon will return the rank S egg to our group."

The judge nodded and looked at Raon, who smirked. "Agreed."

"Everything is recorded. You've wasted enough time—let's begin." The judge declared.

Darian stepped toward the barrier, and it opened to let him through. He took a few steps, joining the group he barely knew.

What were their blessings? How did they fight?

Only now did Darian stop to think about that. But as he stared at Raon in the distance, his killing intent only grew stronger.

None of that mattered.

All he cared about was making him pay for this debt properly.