The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

To Mr. Larma's words I learn that your brother did not give up even if he could not fully use healing magic and was desperate to get new technology.

… but your brother was told that even the technology was not talented.

"Huh!"

... Imagine your brother moaning then and a severe pain ran in my chest.

Of course, the mourning is only imaginary.

However, I have only heard my brother mourn when the healing magic was incomplete and abusive.

That's why I clearly picture my brother moaning.

... And knowing about that brother's past, what I remember was regret.

"No, is it a mistake that you weren't talented? Whatever, it took Laust a few years to learn both magic and chi if he was a normal person, even though he could only remember which, in a matter of months. Is that more of a genius than no talent, should I say? If you're a magician, the more you want your hands out of your throat."

As Mr. Larma overlapped the words as excited, I bit my leaning lip.

When I was helped, I swore to your brother that one day I would be a party member.

I'll protect you one day. And that's what I thought.

But the truth is, the opposite is the end of being protected.

Still, I thought I was supporting your brother's heart.

Because your brother has been brighter since he came into the party with me.

That's why I thought it was helping your brother properly.

... but I was now not trusting that decision either.

"But even as a magician, competent, that disciple had no talent as an adventurer. And then I get all the strength I can... honestly I don't know, and from what I understand, I won't be able to imitate it"

Mr. Larma's words start to have more and more fever.

And it was only natural that Mr. Larma was so excited that he had never seen it.

That's all your brother accomplished.

I was told I had no talent, and I still worked desperately hard and finally got enough strength to just stand in line with the superior adventurers.

How much effort has it taken to achieve that?

... but every time I found out how awesome that brother was, all I could remember was self-loathing emotions.

Now I can understand why your brother's self-esteem was so low.

Tortured and abused for not being talented, but still desperately working hard, it became clear that he was not talented again.

Still, your brother worked desperately hard.

And I managed to gain great strength.

... Yet no one recognized your brother even after working so hard.

How the hell did that hurt your brother?

No, you can't understand me exactly.

... but even in that situation I couldn't support your brother.

To that fact, I still regret it.

Instead of being able to do anything, I find myself ashamed to assume that I was able to support my brother without realizing that.

"Well, but it's all thanks to you that he worked so hard over there. Narsena."

"Huh!?

That is why, at the next moment, I could not hide my surprise in the words that Mr Larma casually said.

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I was flabbergasted by Mr. Larma's words for a moment.

"Chi, no!

However, I immediately raised my voice to correct Mr. Larma's terrible mistake.

Your brother gained enough strength to be recognized by Mr. Larma, regardless of me and others.

Yet Mr. Larma assumed that he had gained such strength as if thanks to me, and I could not forgive him for that.

… I was not fat enough to state falsehood and paint shame any more.

"Long before I entered your brother's party, your brother already had all that strength..."

So I desperately try to deny Mr Larma's words.

"Really? But that idiot apprentice, she was as bright as someone else when she was with me, wasn't she?

"Huh..."

However, after leaning his neck against my words, Mr. Larma told him to relax and drink tea.

"That idiot apprentice, corner because I taught him all sorts of things and he always said he wanted company and he was foolish... that's why as soon as I got a fellow memorial, I didn't think it would come up so much.... Honestly, I feel bad"

That's what I told her. Larma was cheeky, distorting her face in a really disgusting way, and Larma wasn't paying any attention to me or anything at that time.

That's what I know, Mr. Larma at all times, and that's why I understand that Mr. Larma speaks unconsciously of nothing.

- I'm just telling you what I thought.

"Ugh,"

And the moment I understood that, I was crying unexpectedly.

Sure, I might not have been able to support you during your brother's hardest times.

Because it seemed like it was a proper help to your brother to Larma, who still looked normal and told you that your brother had been brightened thanks to me.

"Hey, Narsena's talking about him too...... eh? Why are you crying..."

Mr. Larma, who finally realized how I was doing, makes me look like I was uncommonly upset, but still I couldn't stop crying.

Because I was glad that it was useful to your brother.

"Wada Hi, with Ujigu..."

"Oh, it takes a minute to figure out what you're talking about!

So I move my mouth desperately, trying to tell Mr. Larma about it.

... but my words were not passed on to Mr. Larma.

For some time after that, I tried to tell Mr Larma that I was not sad and crying, but that my willingness communication never worked.

Mr. Larma had been looking at me for a while with a troubled face, but put his hand on my head after a few sighs.

"... I don't understand what it is anymore, but it's still okay, Narsena. Whatever you do, you're from the Anarestorian family."

That was a misguided consolation and still enough words to arouse my mind.

Yes, I am a proud Anarestorian.

And with that thought in my heart, I take an oath.

Sure, I couldn't help you at all when your brother was in real pain.

But if that's what I'm supporting your brother right now, if he ever really suffers, it's definitely time to help him.

"Ahhh!

With that thought, I make Mr. Larma nod loudly.

Nose, not too tight, but still to convey my feelings, so shout out.

... but I wasn't aware of it then.

That Mr. Larma, who is stroking my head, was looking at the wall of the room.

And when Larma told him, "Anarestoria," behind the wall that Larma was looking at, something sounded...