Black Eagle's Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

"Russell, you can't be with us anymore."

I didn't know for a moment what my old childhood friend said sitting in the front.

You know why, right?

"... well,"

No, I knew it.

That the day will come when this will happen.

The four of us have been together since we were childhood friends.

My dark hair, which was rare in the village, was creeped out and distanced by the adults.

In that, a big boy of the same age invites him to play.

The kind of man whose red hair represents that personality, Vince.

I never got tired of hitting tree branches each other every day, and I grew up.

By the time we had the wooden sword for the simulation, each other's bodies were bigger, and I picked up more wins from Vince, too.

Emmy, who one day became mixed between me and Vince at the border, came between us as she found a branch of a tree, peering her blue eyes between her long blondes.

Simulated battle to bump this sword into each other, not surprisingly, Emmy had a good battle.

Janet used to watch us close by, trying to hide our careless eyes with blue hair. I've always read books, but they were never boring or watching.

He was an oligarchy but never a dark kid, advising me on the three faults and treating me when I was injured.

Nature and the four of us have always been together.

So it was also natural that we made a promise to organize a party of dungeon adventurers together before being called into the 'Goddess Selection Ceremony'.

Goddess selection ceremony.

It is a ritual in which one who turns sixteen gets the ability to profess (Job) more than the goddess, one at a time in the church.

The ability given to each one is very high and there are never any disadvantages, etc.

Such a ritual that the goddess herself will increase her choices in the skills she can remember with her efforts.

You can choose that profession, or you can take up another profession utilizing that ability.

And we, without exception, were given more power than the goddess.

[Brave] Vince.

[Holy Knight] Emmy.

[Sage] Janet.

And Russell the [Saint].

A bunch of professions (jobs) with too much impact line up for four young people from rural villages to get.

The profession of saint (Job)...... No, I got the role (lol) from the goddess and I was given the role of supporting everyone as a party imperative.

I should have been given it.

Let's say it again.

There are no disadvantages to the very profession that each is given.

Emmy mixes up with my conversation with Vince, who's already given up on the remnants.

"Wait, Vince! I can't believe you kicked Russell out......!

"I didn't think I was gonna get rid of Russell."

"Then why!

"Well, then. Then ask Emmy the other way, has [Cleric] Russell been active lately? Can you tell me when you used that healing magic?

"Ugh..."

Vince deliberately rephrases to a lower profession and releases disgust.

But... even Emmy, who was trying to defend me, says the word.

That's right.

My magic of recovery as a [saint] didn't help me at all from the results.

The reason is so simple and cruel.

Dive into the dungeon as an adventurer and you'll get a higher level.

As well as the three original mock wars, Janet's reading was also based on being able to act as a magician.

Early on, we were all strong, and no one gets hurt.

So I don't have a sword, I'm really late compared to Vince and Emmy.

Still, as a side-by-side warrior with a wand named [Saint], I think he could have been active in the upper echelons.

But before I go into the middle of the dungeon, something drastically changes my fate happens.

The three [brave] [holy knights] [wise men] are a very good profession.

Versatile and helpful in any situation of the party.

Even when someone gets hurt or when they get hurt.

Yes... [Brave] [Holy Knight] [Sage] Each profession has remembered the heel of healing magic.

I still remember the feeling of my feet breaking down when [Sage] Janet, the first elite of attack magic, learned healing magic.

In exchange, it was a party with no injuries, no crisis, and I was useless.

There is no magic at all for so-called 'attack' times.

Levels also open up more and more.

I have no part in this party but restorative magic.

Yet I get my daily meals equally, and my rewards are shared to the extent that I can buy personal items.

Vince superimposes and persuades Emmy.

"Because of Emmy's shelter today, Emmy herself was a little dangerous.... Hey Emmy, if this guy's mixed up any more, maybe he'll die somewhere."

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"Maybe it's Russell anymore, Emmy. I don't even have any teeth on my opponent. bump and get injured or --"

I listened so silently, but whatever it was, I didn't listen to it.

Even I have the pride of hitting and winning wooden swords all the time since I was a kid.

"You're not exactly an adult and a child, so you can't get hurt."

"Oh, yeah? Then why don't you give it a try? If you're hurt, you should give up and go back to the village. 'Cause it wouldn't be for you."

"Okay, I get it."

"Is that okay with Janet, too?

"... right. I don't think you'll get hurt if you bump into anything. Besides, if Russell's weak enough to get hurt, I don't think so either."

Until then, Janet, who had listened in silence, was also asked by Vince to show her affirmation.

Right, was Janet on either side of the kick out?

You're disturbing me, you're worried, you can't read it from that look.

I was standing nearby, holding a wooden sword that only Vince and Emmy used these days, and seeing Emmy.

Emmy at the time perplexed, but set up a shield with one of her non-dominant left hands.

"Well, Emmy, stay put. Because I won't take it off."

"Yeah, I don't care about that either... don't push me too hard, huh?

That word must have been one that worried me from the bottom of my heart.

But for me.

That dialogue seemed to be seen entirely below, enough to make him lose his cool.

"I'm coming...!

Step in big before you hear back and strike the wooden sword in both hands with momentum from the upper stages.

With a blow with his weight on his muscle strength and the weight of a wooden sword, a normal girl would have enough momentum to flutter even with her shield on both hands.

Emmy's face gets closer and each other's eyes meet.

I was thinking of something else, even though I recognized that a nearby shield emitted light.

It may be a long time to see it so close.

That was a horse, Emmy. You've grown a lot --

--When I woke up, it was night.

When I looked at the room relying on the moonlight to plug it in from outside the window, inside the room of the party I was used to seeing was cancer.

Until now, sleep...... no, no.

Stunned, were you there...?

Get rid of the blanket hanging from your body and find a bag of gold coins for one person nearby and a good amount to live in.

Other than that, everything was gone.

The wooden sword, the loot, the three childhood friends.

I realized that I had been expelled from the party.