Inside the capital city of Ace, the main city in the kingdom, the top priestly group directly under the royal family was exhausted to the point of collapse. The magic staffs in their hands had been continuously casting healing spells all night, and now only emitted faint green lights.

Princess Ariel, standing by their side, had not slept a wink all night, and in this situation, no one dared to suggest resting.

After a night of treatment, Zera's wounds had completely scabbed over, but there was still a slight infection at the incision.

The sunlight that penetrated into the room moved with the passing of time. Ariel looked out of the window with a dazed expression.

"Mr. Michail…"

Seemingly in response to her prayer, a man appeared on the window sill, blocking out half of the light inside the room.

"Michail!" Ariel abruptly stood up, her excitement causing her to forget to address him with honorifics.

Michail smiled and landed on the ground.

At the same time, Ariel noticed the figure that appeared behind Michail.

Is this the 'friend' that Mr. Michail mentioned? Ariel was confused.

After all, shouldn't the term 'friend' be used when the ages are similar? This little girl couldn't be more than six or seven years old, right?

Leny's chubby cheeks made her want to cut off this woman who dared to call out the name of the Demon Lord without hesitation, if not for the repeated emphasis by the Demon Lord.

How rude! A mere human dares to call Mr. Michail by his name!

Leny remained silent and obediently followed behind Michail.

"Leny, heal this mage."

The voice of the Demon Lord floated lightly from the front, and Leny tilted her head in confusion.

Did she mishear it?! Did the Demon Lord bring her down here to heal a human?!

Leny widened her eyes in disbelief. She had never encountered anything like healing humans before!

"Leny." The command of the Demon Lord was absolute, and Michail's voice brought Leny, who was lost in thought, back.

"Do as I instructed."

The man lying on the white bed had beads of sweat covering his forehead, his lips were pale, and he looked extremely painful.

Leny pursed her lips and opened her young palm. A strong red light emitted from it. Everyone present was filled with doubt because, in their understanding, healing magic should be green.

The deep dark red color was extremely suspicious. Instead of calling it a healing spell, it looked more like some sinister curse magic.

Everyone's gaze locked onto Zera, even Michail. Michail knew that the angelic race possessed incredibly powerful healing magic, but he had never witnessed what Leny's healing magic was like.

As everyone anticipated the effects of this strange magic, a voice with a childish tone entered their ears, "King...No. Michail, to what extent do you wish to be healed?"

When Leny pronounced the three syllables of 'Michail,' her voice trembled. Of course, in this situation, no one noticed this detail.

The hopeful crowd stumbled back a step, nearly falling onto the bed.

Michail took a deep breath. Blame himself, he focused too much on restraining Leny's killer intent when he went out and completely forgot to mention the matter of healing humans.

"Restore into the condition of a healthy adult, especially the legs, if possible."

After estimating for a moment, Leny replied, "Regrowing the legs is not a problem, but it will consume a large amount of life force. Shall I proceed?"

Michail looked at Ariel. Ariel grasped her skirt. Consuming life force would at most shorten her lifespan by a few years, and in their current near-death situation, choosing treatment was undoubtedly the best decision.

After seeing Ariel firmly nod, Michail said to Leny, "Proceed."

The air current from the Demon Lord's words brushed against her face, causing Leny's cheeks to flush. Fortunately, the intense red light emitted from her palm covered her entire face.

Covered by the red light, everyone's vision was completely enveloped. An unheard-of cry reverberated in their minds, ancient and desolate, its enchanting voice piercing their souls, making them want to kneel down in worship.

This was the magic of the ancient divine beast that had long been extinct in the Kalam continent, then learned by the angelic race. As the ruler of Kalam, Michail naturally didn't feel it too strongly. In his ears, it was as if a sparrow chirped in front of him.The red light faded, and everyone opened their eyes to see a pair of astonished pupils looking around.

"I..." Zera sat up from the bed, amazed, and looked at his hands, then looked at his undamaged legs. His last memory was still stuck in the moment when he was hit by a giant rock, the sound of bones breaking reverberating in his head, and the intense pain instantly causing him to lose consciousness.

The priests were all dumbfounded. The strength of this foreign mage exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Princess Ariel!" The first person to see her most concerned person, Zera got off the bed.

But when Zera wanted to kneel in salute, he was held back by a pair of gentle hands: "Zera, is there anywhere else on your body that doesn't feel right?"

Zera shook his head desperately, and to show that he was fine, he even moved his legs. In his perception, the flexibility of these legs seemed to be even higher than before.

"Thank you, Your Highness, my second life is still yours, Your Highness," Zera said stubbornly as he fell to his knees even with his body being held back.

Ariel breathed a long sigh of relief, finally able to let go of her worries. With just one spell, the strength of this foreigner could not be underestimated.

"Mr. Michail, I don't know how to thank you. And thank you to Michail's friend as well," Ariel held up her long skirt, slightly bending over, performing the highest courtesy that the royal family could offer.

Facing the courtesy of the human princess, Leny snorted disdainfully. Her attention was solely focused on Mr. Michail.

Michail placed his palm on Leny's head to prevent any strange actions from the deadly angel, restraining Leny's movements as much as possible.

But Leny was startled by the touch of this palm for a moment, then quietly rubbed against the large hand.

The Demon Lord, indeed, belonged to Leny!

Laughing inwardly, Leny tiptoed and quietly approached the Demon Lord.

"As part of our trade, I still have many questions to ask. Can I, Princess Ariel?" Completely ignoring Leny's little action, Michail asked towards Ariel.

"As long as it's within my ability, Mr. Michail, feel free to ask."

Michail repeated the words he had prepared in his mind: "In fact, we come from a distant small country, and we know very little about the world. Our tribal leader sent us out to gather information."

Michail said calmly. Leny tilted her head, her face full of question marks. Although she didn't know what the Demon Lord was planning, as his subordinate, she could only follow his orders.

The priests on the side showed a relaxed expression after hearing this. It was not uncommon for some remote small countries to be very knowledgeable about certain types of magic. Since that was the case, they didn't need to be arrogant just because of the difference in healing magic.

Ariel nodded without hesitation, "If it's just information, there's no problem at all. I wonder how much Mr. Michail knows about Loranland. Do you want me to explain all our forces and branches one by one?"

Ah, so this other world was called Loranland. Michail silently noted the name. Speaking of which, it was just one letter different from the Kalam continent. It could be considered fate.

Just as Michail was about to reply, hurried footsteps came from outside the room. The rhythm was uniform, indicating a well-trained person.