Damned Healer

Everyone was stunned by that declaration of hers.

As for that Summoner's reaction—he just stayed silent... though his eyes, glued to her curves as she walked away, said plenty.

Niara was well known for the trouble she'd caused... but also for her beauty. Now that she was a Summoner, she was bound by many restrictions and couldn't cause trouble anymore—technically, she was under control.

All the other Summoners had always kept their guard up around her. But now, after seeing that move of hers, the men started seeing her differently. As for the one who got the milk—his eyes were practically glowing... with a shine that was honestly kind of disgusting.

Niara stopped in front of Darian and leaned on his shoulder. Her face looked indifferent, but inside, Darian could feel the disgust and anger she was trying to hold back.

'You better make it up to me later!' she muttered to him in her mind. 'Who the hell would think a creep like that is cute? I feel sick just thinking about it...'

Darian sighed. 'Alright, you can ask for anything later. But... are you sure?'

She heard that and gave a small smile that made Darian break into a cold sweat. Then she answered lightly: 'Yeah, I'm sure. He's connected to the traitors too.'

Darian took a deep breath and looked at that elite Summoner in the distance. He activated his curse and saw a dark, ordinary-looking aura around him. Darian couldn't tell if that person was really a traitor or not—his karma wasn't thick enough to reveal his actions in this life.

That was a weakness in his power: people who weren't directly involved didn't fall into his net. Even if he had contact with traitors, the man had just started as a Summoner and hadn't had the chance to do anything major yet.

But... his partner seemed to have some kind of insane intuition.