Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

..And when did I even become obedient to this family?

Maybe when I simply needed a helping hand?

Or because Lirael stood up for me?

In any case, right now...

"Atheron?!!" she screamed in shock. "Y-your hand..!"

Pain surged through every cell. Even breathing was hard.

"I know! Just stop yelling, please."

I laid my other hand on the wound and channeled the element of Light.

A high-tier heal. It all happened instinctively. I’d never used this technique before.

The blood stopped flowing. Cells and muscle fibers grew like branches, slowly forming a new palm.

I could barely stay on my feet. My eyes were trembling, but I didn’t stop healing.

"As a dragonslayer, I can do a lot with Light. Plus, I have a passive regeneration ability."