The Kingdom of Gioral's first princess—Freya Elgrant Gioral.
When she stepped into Adrian Blake's field of vision, the first thing that caught his eye was her hair: long, silky strands of pale peach cascading down her back like a fragrant spring breeze.
Her beauty was striking yet refined. Delicate facial features traced soft, noble curves, while eyes the shade of clear emerald seemed to peer directly into a man's soul.
She wore the royal attire of a princess—elegant and richly embroidered. Every thread clung just right to her voluptuous figure, accentuating her allure with almost blasphemous precision. From a distance, the white blouse might have seemed formal. Up close, it was helpless against the soft fullness it was meant to contain.
Beneath the generous silhouette, her waist was impossibly slender—narrow enough to be encircled with a single hand. The skirt of her gown fluttered just enough to hint at the long legs underneath, wrapped tightly in thigh-high white stockings. Her calves were slim, sculpted like marble, and they tapered into dainty, deliberate steps.
Regal and sensual—an untouchable kind of beauty. Anyone seeing her for the first time would think the same:
She mustn't be sullied.
Adrian's jade-green eyes shimmered faintly as he scanned her status panel:
> Name: Freya
Class: Mage
Level: 25 (Intermediate)
Keywords: Chosen Hero (Gold), Arcane Hero (Purple), Elemental Mage (Purple), Favored by Fortune (Blue)
Arcane Hero (Purple) – A hero with an innate affinity for magic; can grasp all forms of magic with ease.
Elemental Mage (Purple) – Has mastered all elemental forces. Greatly boosts power when casting elemental spells.
Favored by Fortune (Blue) – Blessed by fortune itself; danger often turns to opportunity.
"A protagonist, indeed," Adrian mused, his expression unreadable. "These stats easily outstrip Anna's."
Though Anna had reached a similar level through sheer determination, the gap in combat strength between her and Freya remained vast. With her divine staff Vánargand in hand, Freya's capabilities likely rivaled, if not surpassed, those of high-level demons.
It was the difference between effort... and a cheat code.
While Adrian watched her silently, Freya's eyes landed on him. Amid a crowd of cloaked nobles and armored knights, his modern clothes made him stand out like ink on snow.
The moment their eyes met, she knew: He's the one I've been searching for.
She raised a delicate, gloved hand while seated gracefully atop her unicorn.
"You," she called, her voice musical and light, "you must be the new hero born in this village. My companion, yes?"
All eyes turned at once.
Unfazed, Adrian gave a faint nod and walked forward.
"Let's go," he said coolly, brushing past her and stepping straight into the carriage.
Freya froze.
This commoner… what sort of attitude is that?!
Rage flickered behind her composed smile.
"Haha, so aloof! Is it shyness?" she asked, forcing a chuckle as she followed. "Tell me, partner—what is your name?"
The Royal Guard exchanged puzzled looks. The princess wasn't scolding him—on the contrary, she was almost... groveling. Still, they said nothing and turned back toward the capital.
Freya dismounted and entered the carriage after him. Sitting directly across, her body was on full display—ample, elegant, and unbothered by the bumpy road.
Adrian glanced down slightly, his vision greeted by the deep valley of whiteness beneath her bodice.
"The generosity of royalty is truly… overwhelming."
"My name is Adrian Blake," he answered flatly, voice calm and low.
Their conversation barely moved beyond polite basics. Freya began to feel disoriented.
Wait—who's the noble here? Me, or him?
She was a princess. He was a nobody.
Yet she found herself second-guessing her words, careful not to provoke him.
"Am I losing my mind?"
With a strained smile, she retrieved a divination scroll.
But the moment she saw his stats, her breath caught in her throat.
> Level: 99
Class: Healing Hero
"What the hell!?"
She blinked, rubbed her eyes, then flung the scroll away.
This thing must be broken!
Adrian tilted his head, a shadow of amusement playing at his lips.
"Is something wrong, Princess Freya?"
Gulp.
Something cold coiled in her stomach.
"N-no. The scroll must be defective," she stammered, covering with a laugh. "A Healing Hero—how impressive."
But inwardly, she sneered.
Healing? A useless class—dead weight in any true hero's party.
Still, even a trash hero had value to the Gioral Kingdom. Especially if he could be wielded like a tool.
She dropped the pretense of conversation. Adrian didn't seem to mind, reclining in silence.
When they arrived at the royal palace, he wasn't even granted audience with King Prome. Freya simply submitted his class, and the response was instant:
He was to begin treatment on Kureha Crylet—immediately.
They gave him a luxurious suite. Outside his chamber, a line of stunning women waited like offerings on an altar.
Each was a warrior with a maxed-out level.
The first to enter wasted no time. She stripped before him—her body flawless, posture hungry.
"Hero, please," she pleaded, eyes wide. "Sleep with me!"
She lunged forward.
CRACK.
Adrian kicked her square in the chest, launching her through the door.
Under normal circumstances, this would have been any man's fantasy. But knowing what this was—a state-mandated offering—it only sickened him.
Lying on the soft bed, he turned his gaze toward the royal wing, vision sharpening with the combined powers of Perception and Jade Eye.
He saw the king's true form.
A mass of filth. A writhing web of tendrils and corruption.
> Name: Prome Gioral
Level: 41 (Cap: 300)
Keywords: Undying (Gold), Tentacle Parasite (Purple), Monster Body (Purple), Magic Knight (Blue)...
Undying (Gold) – As long as a sliver of flesh remains, the user can regenerate completely.
"What the hell is that old freak?"
Disgusted, Adrian squinted.
King Prome's essence was more akin to a monster than a man. Combined with his Undying trait, he likely possessed the strength of an upper-tier demon.
"So that's the twist. This guy isn't just corrupt—he's not even human anymore."
Adrian had no memory of this from the anime version of Redo of Healer. The king had likely formed some unholy pact behind the scenes.
The idea of slaughtering Gioral's nobility had crossed his mind more than once.
But for now, he shelved the plan.
"By exercising self-restraint, I've prevented a royal bloodbath. That's gotta earn me a few points on the cosmic karma board," he muttered, eyes closing slowly.
Elsewhere in the palace...
Freya had heard of what happened. That Adrian had kicked out the women sent to warm his bed.
Her frustration boiled over.
"That bastard! The way he stared at my body—it was full of lust! That's all he is—a slave to desire! So why... why reject them?!"
"I don't want a disobedient dog!"
With a scream of rage, she hurled her teacup across the chamber, shattering it into porcelain dust.