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Chapter 62: Not that kind of healer

Chapter 62: Not that kind of healer

The sound of cracking ribs echoed as a massive black spear slammed into Tams’ chest, hurling him like a ragdoll across the chamber.

His body struck the wall with a sickening crunch, blood spraying from his mouth before he collapsed, motionless.

"Tams!" The lady leading his team screamed, breaking into a full sprint toward his crumpled form.

Timothy grits his teeth.

’That strike was brutal, efficient; it wasn’t just fast; it was almost impossibly so.,’ he thought.

Then, without pause, the bride descended again, her spear sweeping downward like a falling guillotine.

Dike stepped in, catching the blow with his weapon, the sheer force driving his feet inches into the stone floor as a shallow quake rippled out.

It was only now, standing face to face with her, that they all saw it clearly, she was at least ten feet tall, towering over them with unnatural grace.

Elegant and monstrous.

The moment Dike absorbed the attack, the lady with the full team took the opportunity, blade gleaming with silver light.

Nothing was going to stop her from reaching her brother

She aimed for the bride’s arm but caught a high-speed kick instead, one that sent her hurtling through the air, colliding with her brother’s body.

Meeting him in the end

Dike used the opportunity to roll away, regaining his footing.

The rest of his team, or rather, the rest of the hunters present, regrouped.

Timothy’s team was already on alert.

The remaining team, with three members, kept their guard up but didn’t yet move in.

Dike stood near the front, alone but ready.

With no team of his own, this would be harder for him.

The bride didn’t move.

She simply observed them all.

"We attack in coordination, look for openings, and strike together," Dike commanded, his voice calm but urgent.

"She’s strong. And fast," he added, his eyes locking briefly with Timothy’s as if silently passing the torch.

Timothy narrowed his gaze, already analyzing the situation.

He pulled up his system.

---

[Status]

Name: Timothy Walter

Title: Goblin Slayer, Mount

Trait: Hybrid (Unstable) 2%

Level: 29

HP: 5,027 / 9,900

MP: 200

Fatigue: 30

Strength: 60

Stamina: 50 > 70

Agility: 60

Intelligence: 100

Perception: 60

Free Stat Points: 13

---

He didn’t waste time.

Twenty of his saved points went straight into Stamina.

His fatigue only dropped slightly, but it was enough to stabilize him.

With his machete in hand and scarf now wrapped tight around his arm, he stepped beside Dike.

He didn’t plan to go full force yet.

Not without knowing what she could do.

He’d take it slow, methodical.

Gray was left with Miriam.

This fight wasn’t safe for him.

Everyone now stood ready.

The bride acted first plunging her spear into the floor with a thunderous quake.

Then she surged forward, her massive body gliding across the flooded battlefield.

Timothy and Dike dashed to meet her head-on.

From behind, flame and wind spells flew but they had no effect.

For confirmation, a lightning spell was hurled next by the downed lady’s team, a massive bolt crashing into the bride.

A Big mistake on their part

The entire field was flooded.

Electricity surged through the shallow water, shocking everyone in range Dike and Timothy included.

The bride remained unfazed, but Timothy bore the brunt, skin searing from the surge.

Half of the caster team was rendered useless in an instant.

Even so, Timothy didn’t falter.

He hadn’t used any mana for attacks yet.

Both he and Dike fought at close range, slashing and dodging with fluid precision.

No special techniques, just raw coordination, and physical prowess.

They couldn’t overpower her.

Not yet.

She outmatched them in every category: strength, speed, endurance.

But they could stall her.

Behind them, Timothy’s team leader finally took control of the idle forces.

"What the hell are you doing just standing there?" he snapped at the bystanders, members of the lady’s team still frozen in place.

"We can’t find an opening. They’re too fast," one of them said.

"They’re moving like they’ve fought together for years," another added.

"I didn’t ask for a lecture, I asked what good you’re doing by just watching!"

The veteran’s authority silenced the hesitation.

"You all brought gear, right? Then get yourselves healed. I don’t need your potions, I need you at full strength."

He quickly divided tasks and redirected everyone.

Even the third team, the trio that had arrived earlier, joined in without question.

Their healer was immediately sent to aid Tams and his sister.

At least one thing became clear.

The lady in white, impaled by the spear, wasn’t just a decoration on a throne.

Unfortunately, they only had four potions in total, two for healing and two for mana recovery, all provided sparingly by their guild.

And for good reason.

Potions were expensive, and like any alchemic concoction, overuse came with consequences.

This was why healers were always preferred over consumables.

Cheaper in the long run and far more adaptable.

The healer was mid-sentence when Dike was suddenly flung across the arena, his body crashing into the stone wall with a sickening crack.

Dust and rubble scattered, blood streaking behind him.

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Driven more by instinct than pain, he launched back into the fray.

In that fleeting moment, Dike was out of combat, and the rest of the raid caught a clear glimpse of Timothy in motion.

He was grateful.

Every movement deliberately evades, parrying, and countering with precision.

He didn’t move with recklessness like before.

No more brute force.

This was strategic survival.

Tactical restraint.

Because his health had dropped significantly.

Not that anyone could see the number, but the signs were there.

Timothy’s stamina was flagging.

His attacks are calculated.

His breathing was controlled.

This wasn’t a fight he could power through with raw strength.

And the Bride? She matched him move for move.

She glided rather than stepped.

Attacked rather than defended.

Her blows carried force that tore through the air, shaking the ground with every swing of her black, writhing spear.

Not normal fabric, not metal.

The weapon pulsed like something alive, shadowy tendrils sliding over it with a hunger of their own.

Timothy had landed a few hits.

Once, he managed to wrap his scarf around her and lash her with his machete, drawing blood, but the damage didn’t last.

Her tattered bridal gown mended itself around the wound, concealing the gash like it had never been there.

Strangely, the gaping hole in her chest where the spear had once impaled her remained open.

Dark, hollow.

Unhealed.

But Timothy had no time to ponder it.

He dodged a sweeping blow, tucked into a roll, and came up with a swing, but again, she parried.

No.

She didn’t even need to.

The force of her movement alone threw him off-balance.

Then Dike returned to the battle with a roar.

Simultaneously, the raid’s healer knelt beside their fallen leader and her brother, pressing glowing hands against his torso.

He stirred, groaning through gritted teeth.

"Brother?" the leader said as she awoke from her slumber only to turn and stare at her brother.

She gasped but her tone darkened as she examined his wounds.

"he’s still bleeding. Too much." the healer said to the Tams, the brother

Something was wrong.

"The wound... it’s not ordinary," she muttered, panic creeping into her voice.

"It’s the spear," Miriam said quickly, stepping beside her.

"It’s corrupted. Something’s eating away at his body from the inside."

The healer looked up.

"Then I can’t stop the bleeding. I’m healing him, but the wound’s spreading!"

"You’ll need to purge the corruption first," Miriam instructed with urgency.

"Do we have any Light Mages? Anyone who can cleanse corrupted mana?"

She looked around, praying for an answer.

Unfortunately, there was no response

The battle raged on as sparks flew across the chamber.

Timothy’s party leader was locked in a rapid exchange of strategies with the remaining mages and damage dealers.

Their hope of winning, already fragile, was fading fast.

Not far away, Miriam kept her eyes on the fight.

Her heart thudded in her chest.

The other mages were scrambling to formulate some kind of plan, but so far, nothing was working.

Their spells barely scratched the bride.

Then there was the healer.

Just one.

And she wasn’t strong enough to purge the creeping corruption or sustain multiple injured teammates at once.

Miriam clenched her fists.

’I could do it’ she thought.

’I know I can...’

But the words that echoed in her mind were cold and sharp

"At what cost?""

She knew how her ability worked.

Healing wasn’t free for her anymore.

To cleanse Tams’s body of the spreading corruption would mean taking it into herself.

The pain, the danger, it wouldn’t just be his anymore.

It would be hers, too.

Her eyes flicked to him.

Pale, Still Dying.

"If he dies in front of me, I don’t think I can ever forgive myself..." She said to herself

"I shouldn’t try to heal him," she whispered under her breath. "Just stop the corruption. Slow it down..."

But even then, the cost was never small.

Before she could decide, a voice cut through her thoughts.

"Aren’t you a healer too?"

It was the lady leader from the other raid team, Tams’s sister, apparently.

She stood over Miriam with narrowed eyes.

Miriam hesitated.

Then, quietly, she replied,

"Not that kind of healer."

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