Chapter 420: Healer Julius

Eda POV

She watched as the people slowly exited the room, heading off to their respective duties. There was a lot to be done, and no time to waste. When it was just her, Emil, and Elder Aeron, she finally spoke her mind.

“I can believe the Shattered Winter School would send a meager Tier 3. It would almost be better if they just ignored us and sent nobody at all,” she said, frustratedly.

She couldn’t understand why Emil was treating this boy with so much kindness and respect. It was practically an insult that they sent such a young boy when their village specifically said that they needed Tier 4s. However, Emil, their strongest fighter, still treated the boy well, which exemplified their chief’s virtuous character.

She had almost scoffed when the boy had the gall to say that he would help them and try to claim that the Shattered Winter School was a ‘small’ school that was unable to send more help. Most people, even as remote as they were, knew the Shattered Winter School’s reputation.

It was one of the preeminent places to learn in the entire Boreal Region. Many affluent families hoped to send their children to learn there, only to be rejected. Hell, some people didn’t even care about this education or learning. Many families and groups simply hoped to gain a small connection to the school’s founder.

Cain Steelborn, otherwise known as the Lord of the Shattered Throne, wasn’t perhaps the most renowned Tier 6 in the Boreal Region, but he was undoubtedly the most feared. The man was a monster who carved his path through destruction and sheer force. He was one of, if not the most powerful, kinetic energy user on the continent.

Thus, the Shattered Winter School had a certain prestige behind it.

However, such a place sending one of their juniors to help them felt like an insult. Almost, like their village was too beneath them to send anyone of actual importance.

“Don’t be too quick to judge a book by its cover, Eda,” Emil suddenly spoke to her in a soft but reproachful tone.

She looked at her chief with furrowed brows. “What is it?” She knew Emil for long enough that she could recognize that he was warning her.

“Let’s give him a chance, okay? He is a healer after all,” Emil said with a suspicious grin on his face.

“What am I missing here?” She asked impatiently, looking at Elder Aeron to see if he knew why Emil was acting this way. However, the old man looked just as curious as she was.

“Just be on your best behavior. Despite what you might think of him, he is still a representative of the Shattered Winter School. That alone deserves some respect. We already are beset by enough enemies. There is no need to create more for us. Understood?”

She still didn’t understand, but she nodded anyway. On the bright side, the boy was apparently a healer, which would greatly benefit the village. If there was one thing in short supply, it was healing.

They only had a small number of healers, and they couldn’t keep up with demand at the moment. They were stretched thin and could use all the help they could get. Furthermore, the healing supplies they normally received from other towns and cities were being stolen, which placed even more pressure on their healers.

Emil seemed pleased that she seemed to understand and changed the topic.

“I want you to take the young healer to see if he can help out the others. If the rumors about the healers that come from the Shattered Winter School are true, then he will do us a lot of good even if all he does is heal people,” the chief instructed her.

She nodded and quickly placed the calm mask on her face, heading out the door and in search of the boy.

***

She might have to change her opinion of the boy sooner than she believed. After she had found him and Gavin, she had taken him to the building where many of the wounded were being tended to.

She didn’t need to give him any instructions, and before she could say anything, he was already next to a man who had a number of lacerations across his chest and also had several fingers cut off. He wasn’t in critical condition, so the healers hadn’t focused their attention on him, but rather had conserved the mana for people who might actually need some assistance. The man’s natural regeneration would make sure he didn’t die or anything, and it didn’t look like he had an infection or whatnot.

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However, the man seemed very distraught about the loss of his digits. She sympathized with him as well. She couldn’t imagine a life without the use of her fingers.

To her interest, the boy knelt down and started to examine the man’s hand with a careful touch. The hand had already healed for the most part, so she didn’t understand why he was focusing so much on it. The lacerations on the chest seemed more significant. With that said, she wasn’t a healer and allowed him to do his thing.

She was going to ask a question, but widened her eyes when she sensed an influx of incredibly pure life mana. It wasn’t anything that she would expect from a Tier 3. The sheer quality of the mana was on a whole other level.

Gavin, who was standing next to her, didn’t sense this. Despite being Tier 4, the man didn’t have the best senses. Although, to be fair, she was barely able to detect the quality of the mana despite her advanced senses, and it was one of her stronger aspects of her path.