When I woke up, I found myself lying in my bed in my room.

“Huh, why am I in bed?”

I was supposed to have fallen asleep in the prayer room last night… Did Father carry me here?

Anyway, I got up from the bed and left the room. After washing my face in the washroom, I went to the kitchen, where Father was preparing breakfast. He had said he wasn’t good at cooking, but I wondered if he could manage…

Noticing me, Father called out to me, “Oh, good morning, Lark. I got worried when you didn’t wake up this morning, so I checked on you and found you passed out in the next room.”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep while praying… More importantly, are you making breakfast, Father?”

“Yeah, I thought I’d make it since you didn’t wake up, but I couldn’t make it as well as you. Sorry about that.”

“No, I’m happy that you care. Well then, let’s make breakfast together today.”

Saying that, I stood next to Father. As we prepared breakfast, I thought back to yesterday’s events. The healing skill I received from Samady was most likely granted for my sake, as I desperately wanted to heal my father-in-law’s injuries. However, could I use it carelessly on him?

If people found out I could use such a cheat-like skill, I might become a target for the nobles again. No, I might even be targeted by other countries. But I also want to heal Father’s injuries…

As I pondered, Father looked at me with concern. “Lark, what’s wrong? You’ve been looking down for a while now.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I was just lost in thought.”

“Is there something bothering you? If something happened, talk to me, Lark,” Father said this as he gently patted my head.

…Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll heal him.

“Father, I have something important to tell you.”

Upon hearing my words, Father’s expression turned serious. “…Alright. Tell me.”

I began to recount the events that had taken place while I was asleep. How I had suddenly lost consciousness while praying and received an incredible power from a God in my dreams. The power allowed me to heal any wound, no matter how severe, as long as the subject was alive. However, there was a restriction: once used, the power couldn’t be used again for thirty days.

After listening to everything, Father furrowed his brow and crossed his arms, “…I’ve heard of it before. That if you keep praying to a god, you might be granted great power…”

“I’m thinking of using this power to help you, Father.”

Father thought for a while before slowly opening his mouth, “…Either way, it’s probably best to test the effectiveness. Alright, I understand. Then, as an experiment, try using that power on me. If it works, we can hide the prosthetic leg with clothing, and cover the eye with an eyepatch to conceal it.”

“Understood. Please stand over there.”

Since I didn’t know what would happen, I asked him to move to the center of the room as a precaution. After confirming that he had removed his prosthetic leg, I held out both hands, imagining his eye and leg healing. Suddenly, a white light appeared from nowhere and enveloped his entire body.

“Ugh, what is this?!”

“I think it’s probably the effect of the skill. Please stay still for a moment.”

I continued to hold out my hands until the light subsided. Eventually, the light vanished, and Father became visible again. His eye had opened, and his missing leg had been restored.

After looking around, my father-in-law glanced down at his leg and let out a cry of joy, “Oh, it’s my leg! And my vision has returned too!”

Excited, he then checked his body, “Amazing…! I can’t believe it really worked…!” and joyfully ran around the room.

“…Father, I understand you’re happy, but you’re getting a little carried away.”

“Ah, sorry, sorry. I completely lost myself there.”

As I spoke, he quickly regained his composure and sat back down in his chair.

“How are you feeling?”

“Ah, it’s like I’m back in my prime. I even feel like my muscles have returned to their condition when I was still active. This ability is the real deal,” he said, continuing to flex his arm, creating an impressive bulge.

He’s getting a bit too excited…

Noticing my icy gaze, he cleared his throat and relaxed his body.

“Ehem… However, there’s no doubt that this ability will cause problems if it becomes known.”

“You’re right. What should we do?”

“…For now, let’s not tell Ars or Master about this.”

Fia and Ars are trustworthy people, but it’s better if as few people as possible know about this ability.

I agreed with his opinion. In the end, we decided to keep the healing ability sealed until I truly felt I had to use it.

Once the conversation settled down, we decided to spend the day relaxing at home. Originally, we had planned to go to the guild for training but ultimately decided to stay put.

Returning to my room, I took out a book about rice from the “Useful Box.” With nothing else to do, I decided to read it and pass the time today.

“It says here that the eastern continent has successfully popularized rice… Perhaps Taldora sources his rice from that region.”

I’d like to visit that continent someday. There might even be unique ingredients there, I wondered, and then spent the rest of the day absorbed in the book.