Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons
Chapter 339 - 339: Saintess

The Queen's spirit flickered like a candle in wind.

"And for my mercy, they destroyed everything I sought to protect."

Understanding crashed over Jasmine like a cold wave.

Sylvia hadn't just been testing the path of vengeance—she'd been seeking validation for choices that had haunted her across god knows how long.

She wanted to see if dark healing could have saved what light healing couldn't.

"Your trial proved something I've wondered about for millennia."

Sylvia's smile held bitter satisfaction.

"Sometimes, mercy is weakness. Sometimes, compassion enables evil. Sometimes, the dark path leads to better outcomes than the light."

She doesn't regret my choice. She envies it.

But then Sylvia's expression shifted, ancient sorrow giving way to something that might have been hope.

"But you, child... you might be able to accomplish what I never could."

What does that mean?

Jasmine straightened, confusion and anticipation warring in her chest.

"I don't understand."

"You have passed the test," Sylvia announced.

Passed? But I died!

Shock flooded through Jasmine's brain.

She'd been certain that dying during the trial meant failure.

"I died," she protested.

"The Prince killed me. How can that be passing?"

Sylvia's laugh was like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

"Your life wasn't part of the conditions, child. The trial required keeping your three allies alive while defeating the Legendary Boss. Both objectives were accomplished."

The conditions. I met the actual conditions, not what I assumed they were.

"But more importantly," Sylvia continued, "you proved that dark healing can achieve what light healing cannot. Protection through elimination. Salvation through sacrifice. Mercy through vengeance."

Validation. She needed to see her path vindicated.

Relief flooded through Jasmine, followed immediately by anticipation. If she'd passed, that meant the inheritance was hers.

The power to make her father's betrayers pay. The strength to claim justice that had been denied too long.

Finally. Finally, I'll have what I need.

Sylvia began floating toward her with movements that seemed to dance between dimensions.

"Prepare yourself, inheritor. The Queen's legacy awaits."

This is it. This is what I've been working toward.

The spirit's hand reached out, fingers extended toward Jasmine's forehead. When they made contact, power erupted through the chamber like lightning given form.

Energy flooded through Jasmine's body—not painful, but overwhelming.

Black light and white light swirled around her form in patterns that seemed like an illusion.

Darkness and Light dancing together like opposing forces finding perfect balance.

Incredible. This is what true power feels like.

Whilst Jasmine was enjoying her powerup, sylvia felt something was wrong.

Sylvia's eyes widened as she stared at the dual energies surrounding Jasmine.

The Queen's confident expression shifted to confusion, then shock, then something approaching awe.

What's happening? Why does she look so surprised?

"This wasn't meant to happen," Sylvia whispered, her voice carrying tones of disbelief.

"The black should have overwhelmed the white aura. They should be at war, not in harmony."

Something's wrong with the inheritance?

The dual energies continued their dance—darkness and light intertwining without conflict, each supporting the other in ways that seemed to violate fundamental principles.

Realization dawned across Sylvia's features like sunrise breaking through storm clouds.

"She... she has the ability to wield both..."

Both? Both what?

"Impossible," the Queen breathed.

"Even I had to choose between light and dark. Every healer who has ever lived has been forced to pick a side. But you..."

I can use both paths. Light healing and dark healing.

The revelation sent tremors through Jasmine's consciousness. She wasn't just inheriting dark healing—she was gaining access to techniques that no one in history had been able to combine.

A prodigy beyond anything Sylvia expected.

The energy transfer reached its crescendo, knowledge flooding through Jasmine's mind like a dam breaking.

Healing techniques both merciful and merciless. Spells that could restore life or steal it. The complete spectrum of what healing magic could accomplish when unbound by moral limitations.

All of it. Light and dark. Mercy and vengeance. Everything.

Her eyes snapped open as the inheritance completed its integration.

[Class Evolution Complete]

[SS Rank Class: Saintess of Light and Dark]

Power coursed through her veins like liquid starlight and liquid shadow combined. She could feel the potential thrumming beneath her skin—abilities that could heal armies or devastate them.

This is what I needed. This is what father's enemies will face.

But beneath the dark satisfaction, something else stirred. The white energy hadn't disappeared when she'd gained the Dark Priest class.

Instead, it had woven itself into her very essence, creating possibilities she was only beginning to understand.

Light and dark. Mercy and vengeance. Both paths open to me.

Sylvia watched the transformation with expression caught between pride and wonder.

"The tutorial versions of these techniques are now yours," she explained.

"They will grow stronger as you do, reaching their full potential only when you've earned the right to wield them."

Hearing that the Dark arts are now part of her collection of skills.

.

"But understand this, child—you are unique. No healer in recorded history has ever managed to balance both paths. The combination could make you the greatest healer who ever lived."

Greatest healer. Or greatest weapon.

Jasmine rose from her kneeling position, power settling into her bones like old friends finding their place.

She could feel the techniques organizing themselves in her consciousness—dark arts focused on punishment and control, light arts focused on restoration and protection.

All the tools I need. All the power father's memory deserves.

"Thank you," she said, voice carrying new undertones that seemed to harmonize with itself.

"You've given me everything I need to claim justice."

Sylvia's smile held complex emotions—satisfaction, hope, and something that might have been maternal pride.

"You are my first true student," the Queen replied. "I have watched countless healers for centuries, but none showed the potential you've demonstrated. Use what I've taught you wisely."

First student. The Queen of Healing's only inheritor.

"The path ahead will be difficult," Sylvia continued. "Those who betrayed your father will not face justice willingly. But now you have the power to force the issue."

Force the issue. Make them pay whether they cooperate or not.

"Will you..." Jasmine hesitated, uncertain how to phrase the question. "Will you be watching? Will I see you again?"

Sylvia's form was already beginning to fade as the inheritance reached completion.

"My purpose is fulfilled, child. You carry my legacy now."

Her purpose. To find someone who could balance what she couldn't.

"Make them remember," the Queen's final words whispered through the chamber. "Make them understand that actions have consequences. Make them pay for what they took from you."

I will. I promise I will.

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