Alaggard and a dimwit. That’s what people used to call me. It’s true. I’m not good at learning. I’m not very athletic either. Whatever I do, I’m worse at it than others, and I’m slow to pick up on things. But even so, I wanted to be needed by someone. No, it was precisely because I was like that that I wanted to believe that if somebody needed me, I was worth something. I wanted to have confidence.

　That’s why I became a healer. I mean, healers are valued, wanted, just because they are healers. All they have to do is stand in the shadow of the tank and cast healing spells. If I hid behind the tank, even a laggard and a dimwit like me couldn’t cause trouble for anyone. It was easy, it was safe, and most importantly, I would be needed. I thought that even I could do it.

I’m such a cheat.

　The healer brings salvation to their fellows with a pure heart and compassion for others . By contrast, I’m devious, sly, a coward and a wimp. It was with such dirty motives, such half-hearted determination that I became a healer.

That’s why my party members died.

Yay!