The Labyrinth City, Orario.
Dian Cecht Familia Pharmacy.
A girl in the garb of the Dian Cecht Familia, her long, silky silver hair spilling over her shoulders, her face as delicate as a doll's, frowned slightly.
Airmid Teasanare's cool, light-violet eyes lingered on the unconscious brown-haired boy lying on the bed.
"Lady Hestia, this patient's condition is unusual... Physically, he's in perfect health. The cause of his coma likely stems from another kind of stimulus."
"I see..."
The black-haired girl with twin tails—Hestia—had an expression complicated beyond her youthful face.
Her astonishing figure, completely at odds with her petite, almost childlike looks, jiggled dangerously as she suddenly rose to her feet. Luckily, the blue ribbon binding her chest kept things from spilling free.
"Miss Airmid, do you have any solution?"
"Not for now."
Airmid shook her head lightly. The boy's body bore no injuries. Even Dia Fratel had no effect.
In other words—
It was more akin to a trauma of the mind.
She lifted her gaze toward the infamous "poor goddess" of Orario standing before her.
"Lady Hestia, if I may ask bluntly—what exactly is this boy to you?"
"He... he's my Familia member!"
Hestia's eyes carried determination, though her voice betrayed her lack of confidence.
She couldn't exactly tell Airmid that this boy was someone she'd just randomly picked up after being chased out of a friend's home and wandering aimlessly through Orario, desperate for a place to stay.
Picked up on a whim...
Just like that?
"Whether or not he wakes depends solely on his own will."
Airmid tried to phrase it gently, but when she noticed how Hestia's gaze never wavered from the boy's face, she added, "To you, he might become a burden."
"As things stand... there's no one in Orario who can treat this."
"A burden..."
Hestia knew Airmid spoke from an objective standpoint. Her financial situation was dire—she could barely think of her own future, let alone anyone else's.
And yet—
Looking at the unconscious boy, his brows furrowed even in sleep, Hestia quickly reached her decision.
"I think..."
Her lips curved faintly upward, that childish face glowing with an uncharacteristic maturity. "Meeting this child might be its own kind of fate!"
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Within a palace, having absorbed all memories, sorted through it all, and come to grips with his situation—his second life as the Legendary Hero turned Healer—Keyaru couldn't help but chuckle.
As a transmigrator, his remake was laughably simple: pulling an all-nighter, stepping out for breakfast, and then getting flattened by a hundred-ton truck.
A highway encounter with the King of the Road.
He gave it his all, but couldn't win.
The good news? He wasn't completely dead. He'd crossed into Redo of Healer's world, and skipped right past the tragic experiences of his former self, Keyaru.
As for what came next—he already saw countless scenes flashing through his mind.
...
The faces of those who truly desired victory never carried a smile.
Even so, standing as the Healer in this second run of life, Keyaru faced a problem of his own—
How to skip the tedious "power accumulation" stage.
From the perspective of a viewer—
Sure, It was an excellent isekai masterpiece, but its early arcs were filled with landmines he'd gladly skip.
But if he himself had to experience it?
Absolutely unnecessary.
Did you have to personally endure suffering to ignite the catharsis?
What a joke.
He wasn't a masochist!
"How to power up quickly—that's the most important thing."
The instant he finished absorbing his memories, the palace around him began to fracture, white light engulfing his soul.
Like a lone bird adrift at sea, he'd finally found an island to land upon.
Gradually, he felt it—that sense of "being alive." Regaining control of his body, he slowly opened his eyes.
A flash of light stung them.
Then—
The scene before him was nothing like his "second run" memories. This wasn't some remote village, sharing a shack with his sister.
It was a pure-white chamber, luxuriously furnished with things utterly alien to the Redo of Healer's world. No peasant family could own such decorations!
"Did the timeline go off the rails?"
"..."
Keyaru's eyelid twitched madly. The thrill of becoming the Legendary Hero evaporated instantly as he tried to recall the anime's plot.
The Jioral Kingdom.
Flare Arlgrande Jioral.
Shit. Had the story already jumped ahead to where the villainous princess dragged him from his rural home into the royal capital?
But—
Before he could puzzle it out, a gentle, unfamiliar voice spoke nearby:
"He's awake."
One of the princess's maids monitoring him?
Keyaru turned his head. When his eyes fell upon Airmid Teasanare's delicate, doll-like features, his brain short-circuited.
She looked so familiar.
But definitely not from the castle!
A face too beautiful to be real, doll-like in detail, silver hair tied into a high ponytail, violet eyes widened in surprise.
Something felt wrong.
Familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it.
Propping himself up on the bed, Keyaru turned toward the person Airmid had addressed—
A girl in a white dress.
Her appearance wavered somewhere between maiden and child, her beauty almost divine. Long, silky black hair tied into twin tails. An innocent face paired with a figure so absurdly voluptuous it defied reason.
Hestia.
The blue ribbon.
"What the hell kind of setup is this?!"
The Healer's Restarted Life—encountering beautiful girls in the Dungeon!
Keyaru's feelings were impossible to describe. He'd laid out all his preparations for revenge, ready to rise as the Hero of Healing in this rebooted life.
And instead—
The good news: he was still the Healer.
The bad news: this was the damn DanMachi world!
Well—this world was full of beautiful girls.
And catgirls.
That at least offered him a sliver of comfort. Skipping the whole "palace dungeon torture drama" was already a win.
As for the DanMachi world—his memories of it were clear.
The gods descended, bestowing Falna upon mortals, granting them the right to grow stronger. Around labor and coin, Familias were built.
Their scale and nature varied greatly.
But only with both gods and their chosen did a Familia truly exist.
At its core, everything revolved around the Falna. Receiving it manifested a sort of status sheet, displaying one's ability scores.
Adventurers with that vessel could develop their potential through Dungeon expeditions, unlocking magic, Skills, and more.
"Not bad..."
"Could be worse."
Accepting that he'd reincarnated as the Healer but ended up in the DanMachi world, Keyaru focused his gaze on Hestia.
Before he could ask a single question—
Her eyes curved gently, her aura radiating kindness despite her divine nature. The goddess spoke first:
"Um..."
"Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"