This is a story about the little healer's everyday life.
“This healer is mine!”
“No, she's mine!”
“Get lost, you scumbags! She's mine!”
“Yeah, mine, mine, mine!”
Watching the big shots argue, the little healer trembled in the corner, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying.
“Um, I'm just a little healer, so why, ”
“Shut up! We're discussing who you belong to. What does that have to do with you?”
“Ah!!! I'm sorry!”
“Good girl.”
“You bastard, how dare you yell at her?”
“Got a problem? Let's fight!”
“Bring it on. Who's afraid of you?”
As the immortals started fighting, the little healer looked at Seria with tears in her eyes.
“Hmph.”
“Huh??????”
