Chapter 386 - Sentimental Manipulation

Healing Powers, or differently called in Zameria, "Healing Magic". At least that's what it roughly translates too! It is unique and although now not heavily valued in Zameria where healers are everywhere, but in any place out of Zameria Healers are better than a chest of gold considering how scarce they are.

Gaster Kingdom, although not the richest in the triangle of Domains, they have managed to find a healer which in many terms is a luxury and a large battle advantage, chances are that Ladia will become the most loved girl in town thanks to her abilities.

But with a Hatchling (Level 1) in healing all the way here in Ignis, it is tremendously difficult to train them due to the very limited educational resources. Even Mogranius, who got to see Eric heal Bittore up close and who actually watched the past Electus heal hundreds of people throughout their time together, has no clue how Healers train.

With scarcely gathered information throughout the 500 people, well a portion of them, most of which were the elders. Mister Litwak has piled up information that might be helping his daughter at least get a head start here, and in private he ran it over with King Michael for approval and a second view.

The Elders explained to Mister Litwak that Zamerians, especially those with powers, have a good nature. He brought this information to King Michael as much as one who doesn't know the Ignite Language could.

And accompanied by the information that King Michael explained after, about Zamerian Healers having to deal with the Inner Demon of self doubt, they managed to forge a master plan.

The plan, is based on a Zamerian's good nature. They have a pure intend to help, which perhaps in thousands of cases so far has helped them conquer their Inner Demon of self doubt! Because their urge to help, commonly slandered the thought of not being enough, the thought of failing.

The Zamerians might have not realised that simple concept due to the lack of information and in some aspects, religious believes and points of view that lead towards other beliefs. Regardless, this urge to help has aided them towards individual progress throughout the ages.

Now accompanied by the information that King Michael gave Mister Litwak, he has thought of a plan. Pitching, "What if cut arm mine." Afterwards with his fingers, as it trying to signify something small, Mister Litwak continued. "Just little cut, so Ladia think I danger. It will make good nature work."

It is easy to determine that Mister Litwak is all on board at the aspect of turning his daughter in to a Healer, he even suggests cutting his own arm. The injury of course will be minor, but the effort put in shows how he wants his daughter to progress.

"That idea is splendid, but are you really comfortable with cutting your own arm?" King Michael is glad that Mister Litwak wants to help, but of course has concerns. "I'm telling you, it can burn like hell."

"Nonsense, I slice hand every week. I can work." The sentence not the most perfect, but he is making more sense than Mogranius talking to food.

"Well since you feel comfortable with it, do it. But remember that Healers suffer with self doubt, don't yell at her or she is doomed to fail today and its effect could last longer than we can afford." It is important to recount important parts, they can't really risk it to push Ladia to the point of being a Healer who can't heal.

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With a fresh hot Dagger he just made at the Forge, Mister Litwak ran the tip of it across his arm which inevitably pierced the skin and forced for blood to gush.

A few other Blacksmiths of his race noticed what he just did and couldn't help but ask with a bit of panic, "Why would you do that intentionally?"

"Don't worry." Litwak answered in Zamerian and turned his attention towards the head Blacksmith in charge of this one Forge, asking him in Ignite. "Can I go? King and I working, daughter Powers." Obviously not the best sentence but the man has a bloody arm and is taking about the King, the Head Blacksmith can not disagree at this case.

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Walking towards his daughter who now just walked out of her house to head for the Castle, Litwak approached her and spoke mildly loud. "Sweetie, I've cut my arm at work. Can you please heal it so it doesn't become any worse?"

Looking at him, she found the scene quite shocking. Half of Litwak's arm is covered with blood, he is holding it with his other arm as if it fell off and there is a bit of dried blood as well, crusty at the far corners.

"How did this happen?" She asked, a bit terrified of her father's condition and getting a base thought of what she would have to deal with in the future, looking at wounds is rough for her. "I'm not skilled enough." And there is the self doubt.

Although clumsy but intention pure, he ran his hand coated with blood through Ladia's hair, trying to support. "You've got this, it is just a small wound. I can treat it myself but why endure the pain for a few days after? You can do this, just try."

Encouragement accompanied by the good nature of wanting to help, Ladia gently stepped back to escape her father's blood covered hand and with little knowledge tried to unleash a power move.

Looking at the wound, desperately wanting to help, she waved her arm towards her father once. It didn't work, so she tried it again and that's where the Magic happened.

A very very small and dim green orb like light thundered across the air for a split second before it reached Latwik's arm and mended itself around it. The Green Light expanded to a foot when it reached his arm, and afterwards it shone fore a second before it disappeared.

Litwak felt the process a bit tingly, and at the same time it felt like a thousand Daggers were stabbing his wound with the tip, but in the good way, it barely hurt and in some terms felt nice.

Looking back at his wound, he could notice that nearly half of the wound is gone. Ladia could see the process just a bit better, the skin first just slapped against each other and afterwards the green light shot patches here and there randomly, healing half of the wound.

Ladia found the process amazing, and if it wasn't for the fact that Mister Litwak has used sentiment for this case, she might have been unsuccessful today.

But furthermore, he managed to notice that a lot of blood has dried off at an instant, not because its stream was cut, that wasn't the case. But the "Thousand Daggers" he felt, might have been just some sort of warmth.

The wound on his arm isn't completely healed, but even the slice that is left over, has been tamed just a little bit if not entirely which has cut down on a lot of pain, Litwak is barely feeling it at all now.

Still not understanding what the plot here is, Ladia grabbed her father by the wrist and explained to him. "Please be more careful father, I haven't learned anything yet and can not heal you if the Injury was any bigger. Let's wash your arm."

"You did amazing, the Elders told me that most Kids can never cast a spell before Level 3, they can't do anything without being Magicians. You did most than anyone could, I'm proud of you." Of course Litwak has lied here a little bit about the speed of progress, but his daughter needs the confidence. What are a few little lies in exchange of forming an amazing Healer?

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"I found it inevitable that we will reach to this point." King Michael spoke after Ladia left the Castle, she has trained for 3 Hours today and out of the hundreds of attempts she only managed to unleash the green light twice!

"She really has no idea what's she's doing." Alama expressed here, although until a moment ago she congratulated Ladia for her success today.

"She doesn't, because there are no examples to take and no one to learn from. At this rate it wouldn't be surprising if she hits Level 3 after a Decade, and who knows what would happen until then." King Michael spoke, recounting his thoughts and fishing out an idea he obtained mid training.

"Indeed, I don't think that the Inner Demon has much to do with this. The case here is that she doesn't know how to cast Spells or best called Power Moves." Alama made a great point here and it only fueled King Michael's idea.

"For the time being, we will train her like this. At the end of January I plan to bring her every required book to become a Grand Master. I don't think that the Zamerians will refuse to provide us, in many ways it will benefit them too in the aspect of quantity in orders." It is clear that he has thought this for quite a while, otherwise he wouldn't really have this last thought.

"How much does a Magical Book even cost?" Alama felt curious, due to the fact that she never saw one here in Ignis thanks to the ill.u.s.tratios burning them all.

"I'm not sure, back before the war here they used to cost around thirty Gold Coins, which now would be equal to a hundred Gold Coins Coins due to the developed Economy." Lost in his own words a tad bit, he stopped for a second and recalled the main point. "But Gold doesn't matter here, we have a Healer and we need to train her. I don't mind even if we pay 50k for these books! It is an investment that will pay off in the long run."