Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 5: Unshaken Will

Darian's mind worked surprisingly fast. After spending fifteen days training and fighting nonstop, he could now enter the mode: Either I think of something quick, or I'm screwed.

First, he thought of the obvious—his curse. But it didn't even take a second for him to be sure—he no longer had that white or black power to use. After dying to that monster, he lost everything he had accumulated.

"Hehehe... you demon woman, the King sent me to deal with you properly."

A deep, malicious voice rang out. The figure stopped in front of them, bringing his blade dangerously close.

"See this? This is a soul-corroding blade. I hope you enjoy its properties. Soon, you'll be delivered to the King, and the fun will only increase."

*Slash!*

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade moved subtly, cutting her...

*Clang!*

But the sound of metal clashing against something echoed instead.

"Oh? Your scales are really tough. No one's coming to save you. Let's see how long your defenses hold."

His voice carried an amused tone as his blade moved again. Faster and stronger this time, slashing precisely at a single point—just below the field of vision.

Darian figured that must be her neck. She was probably covered in chains, but he was aiming at a small opening between them—just big enough for a thin sword blade to cut through.

The metallic sound of the blade scraping against something incredibly tough kept ringing out.

Darian tensed. From the way the guy was talking, she'd be wounded and tortured first, not killed. If their situation was bad now, after this, it would get way worse.

She couldn't speak and wouldn't get the chance to say she was a Summoner. And he was trapped inside her body, unable to reveal himself.

'Scales? Are you some kind of beast?' He asked quickly, trying to understand the situation.

'No, I'm human.' She answered, her voice slightly pained. 'My ancestors were blessed by the Divine Dragon and received its bloodline and power. In the end, even though we're technically human, our bodies inherited some dragon traits...'

'Dragon?!' Darian was shocked. First, because dragons apparently existed. Second, because that mystical book had some pretty detailed information about them. 'Divine Dragon? Do you know anything about its origins? How did it come to be?'

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*Crack!*

The sharp sound of scales breaking echoed, followed by the sinister laugh of the shadowy figure. Time was running out.

'It was born at the beginning of the universe...' She grunted mentally, clearly in immense pain.

Her scales were completely cracked. The enemy stopped cutting once he noticed some of the poison had seeped through the fractures. Her body managed to block part of the substance, but the door had been opened.

He chuckled, waiting for the poison to spread further. In a few seconds, he'd attack again to finish the job.

'So it's a Primordial Dragon.' Darian identified with certainty.

Primordial Dragons were the first and most powerful beings born in the universes, originating directly from the world's power. Much later, 'weaker' dragon races emerged, vastly different from the Primordials, despite belonging to the same category.

Darian focused on recalling things from that book. In it, there were two Primordial Dragons who were a couple. The male became an enemy, while the female ended up siding with the protagonist, helping him gather an army of powerful dragons with her knowledge.

Darian's eyes lit up—he had a bold idea. The power of a Primordial Dragon's blood was no joke.

He didn't even need to focus on the assassin in front of him to be sure. The guy had dense karma... but still, it was nothing compared to the woman he was trying to save. If he managed to kill him, he'd regain a bit of his power.

'Niara, we're partners now. I'm gonna need you to trust me.' He said seriously, concentrating on her.

'This is all my fault... If I can do something, I will.' Her answer came without hesitation.

'Good. Since you're human, this bloodline is something external to you. You can feel it in your body and move it, right?' Feeling her confirmation, he continued: 'I know it sounds weird, but move everything to the wound. He's gonna attack the same spot. On the next hit, don't put up any defense—let him strike you directly.'

He waited for a reaction, but there was absolutely no hesitation in her. Being inside her body, Darian could feel something in her blood shifting to the indicated spot.

Darian also picked up on a bit of what she was feeling, since they were so close and connected. Niara showed no fear or doubt, just an unshakable resolve. They barely knew each other, but she understood that, to establish herself as a true Summoner, they had to trust each other.

'The moment he attacks, release all the nearby scales too—make them fly and pierce him as much as possible. It'll be a one-shot chance... and a bit bloody.'

'Alright,' she replied calmly.

Darian, on the other hand, felt weird. He remembered a piece of advice his mom once gave his sister when she started getting too close to a boy her age: Trust isn't given. It's earned.

If he could feel a bit of what Niara felt, then the opposite should be true too. And yet, that devilish woman put her complete trust in him—even though he had absolutely no goodwill toward her. Deep down, he wanted to get away from her the first chance he got.

What he asked was, at best, stupid. She'd get seriously hurt and make her situation even worse.

At the same time, there was no malice in her, only a pure, unshaken will... either she wasn't exactly what her karma suggested, or she was a chaotic lunatic, impossible to measure by common logic.

He prayed it was the first option.

"Hehehe, don't feel too bad about this little gift." The man's voice rang out as he positioned his blade for the final cut. "Soon, we'll have plenty of fun together with the King."

*Slash!*

The sharp sound of a clean cut echoed, followed by the wet noise of flesh tearing and blood spraying.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. She really didn't defend herself?

He had aimed for an opening in the chains around her neck. With no resistance, the blade sliced deep, leaving a massive wound—and because of that, a lot of blood spilled.

But she wasn't an ordinary human, and she wouldn't die so easily. He hadn't been afraid of killing her, but... something was off.

He felt the scales shoot out and touch his skin... and then, tiny cuts started appearing—minuscule, yet absurdly deep.

His own defenses were pathetic, which was why he always worked in the shadows, avoiding exposure. Meanwhile, her scales were like razor-sharp metal; a single shard grazing his skin was enough to cut him.

In one second, he realized.

Her blood... it was alive.

As soon as it touched him through the tiny wounds, it invaded his body like a vicious, furious serpent.

His eyes bulged.

His vision darkened.

And then, everything faded.

Never to return.

The sound of his lifeless body hitting the ground, his blade clattering beside him, echoed in the darkness.

A strange silence followed. Even Darian was stunned.

Everything described in that book had turned out to be completely real.

All it took was her bloodthirsty will, combined with the bloodline flowing through her veins. The moment that blood touched the wound, it invaded like the deadliest poison in existence.