“The treatment is complete. Please check if everything moves well and if there’s anything unusual, let me know.”

In response to a message from the Meister, a high-ranking priest dispatched from the Holy Kingdom arrived at Torvar’s house.

The arm, torn off by a shark and frozen by Ashies’s magic, had been regenerated and seamlessly reattached through divine blessings.@@novelbin@@

I cautiously moved the newly restored arm. It felt a little awkward having something back that had been missing, but there was no significant discomfort.

There wasn’t even much of a scar—just faint traces left behind. To the untrained eye, it would seem as though only the arm had been spared from a tan, it looked so natural.

“No issues. Thank you.”

Truly, divine power was something else.

In games like Taosul, clerics held an unshakable role as healers. No one could surpass them in recovery or buffing abilities.

And this was a high-ranking priest.

Even with money, receiving treatment from someone of their caliber wasn’t easy. This was all thanks to a request from the Meister Wulbram, effectively Doomheim’s leader.

‘This is why people should live virtuously.’

If you live a good life, blessings find their way to you.

As soon as the treatment ended, Ashies approached and grabbed my right hand as if she’d been holding back her anxiety the entire time.

“It’s not warm…”

“Well, it was frozen for a while. It’ll return to normal after some time.”

“Okay…”

Ashies couldn’t hide her downcast expression, seemingly still blaming herself for the arm’s loss.

Seeing her like that sparked a playful idea. A way to alleviate her guilt came to mind.

“If you massage it, it might recover faster.”

Immediately, Ashies began to knead my hand earnestly.

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