399. Reputation of The Healers

399. Reputation of The Healers

Healers were the last topic on Beholder E. mind. Between the stolen magic of the healers, their destroyed reputation, their budding rage, and the disappearance of the Wandering Healers; the problem was too complicated for himself to handle alone.

He had already failed the healers with his flawed system that relied heavily on their proximity to adventurers and Atelier personnel. ‘private’ Healers – which were healers partially owned by another Atelier – were granted far more protection than ‘public’ healers.

Hearing that Frost wished to take them off his hands relinquished him of this burden, but they could tell that this decision was not one that sat well in his conscience. If he had a heart, then that too would be full of pain.

The only reason he was still alive was because of their Serums.

“Infusion H is what runs through these artificial veins.” He began unexpectedly. “Concoctions of Serums and a few Infusions are precisely what keeps me alive. I have wronged the people that sacrifice themselves just to keep me eternal. I could lament, but this prison was deemed my final shell. A consequence of my ambitions.”

The Mothers were the ones who allowed Beholder E. to live through their sacrifices. Each time a flurry of pale-blue liquid entered his vat, that was an organ being destroyed from a Mother’s body. Of all the healers, they were the only ones who could regenerate organs lost from an Infusion.

No other healer could ever succeed with such a feat. This was because they could partially restore a section of the soul, and therefore, restore the missing part of the body. However, as will all good things, there was a caveat.

The Mothers could only restore their own souls. This was why they stood at the summit of all healers, but unfortunately could not heal others as effectively as the Perched who were their equals.

They only just lacked this ability.

“Adding a layer of security can serve as validation. That way, we can both guarantee their safety as well as allow people to know that the healer presented to them is a healer. Moons would be a good way, but we’re low on numbers. In the future I plan to have Moons eventually personally protect a healer. For now, we need to consider the next best option.”

“A-Amalgam!” Evergreen suddenly exclaimed. “May I suggest the Guild? Justica Arms could work nicely, although a vouch from the universally validated Guilds of our Carpalis’ Golden Index can vouch for them.”

“A specifically crafted Guild Card for the healers can work.” Promised Oath backed. “Can Justica Arms allow partnered Associations to also vouch for them too? A lot of valuable dealings are closed outside of the Guild’s eye. Personal guarantees are usually overlooked by me. Having healers vouched by larger entities will be beneficial to restoring their name.”

“My love for healers can’t be described by words. I thought that was well known?” Galia smirked. “I can appoint Wayfarers to each healer. There are enough Elves in H9 to train. Their numbers were not high to begin with.”

“Can we trust the Wayfarers after the disappearances of several Wandering Healers?” Umbra pondered.

“You know well that they disappeared during our communication blackout.” Galia politely refuted.

“D-5 was amongst them. The chaos of the Nex Megalopolis caused CogitO to lose track of them. Either they were taken to the Derma Layer, or, they’re stranded inside of the City of Spades. There is nothing to steal from a Wandering Healer.” Beholder E. tried to understand why anyone would bother to take a Wandering Healer.

It wasn’t like they had magic to steal in the first place.

Frost however, knew something else that was being stolen.