It's too similar, why hasn't it been noticed before? Except for the fact that she seems a little younger, the boy in the white robe almost overlaps with the shadow in her memory.

If, if he is a few years older, it will not be ...... Fei'er's fingers clenched uncontrollably, and many, many thoughts and words were mixed together, so that she couldn't say a word.

Probably her current expression must be very strange, which Fei'er herself knows, but in front of this teenager who overlaps with the shadow of her first love, she can't be as calm as before.

Could it be him? Could it be him? Remember the man who had reached out to her in the most dangerous moments, the one who had led her forward.

"Sister Fei'er, is it really okay?" Bridit looked at Fei'er with many complicated expressions such as confusion, hesitation, and joy with some concern, and it was the first time she had seen Fei'er who was so shaken.

As a rising star among the new gods and witches, she has been helped by this senior god witch many times, and she has received a lot of guidance in terms of the use of power. It can be said that the reason why she was able to become the forty-eighth god witch so quickly was that Fei'er's help was indispensable.

The "Fei'er" of the past generations seem to be like this, they are very attentive to promoting their juniors, and they are very respected witches among the first few gods and witches.

"Is there any injury?" Ulysses held out his hand to Phil and began to exercise his best healing technique.

"O gracious and good God of Radiance, I am here to pray to you, to make a wish to you, to extend your hand. Human blood is blood, flesh is flesh, bone is bone, please use your strength to repair them!"

"Silver's ...... The hand of healing?" Bridit didn't see it doesn't mean that Phil couldn't see it, this is a legendary fantasy healing magic, claiming to be a silver healing hand that can heal all pain.

And more importantly, it's not the first time that Phil has seen Silver's healing hand. In the dark subterranean ruins, the same person had used such a silver healing hand on her scarred her.

She still remembered that countless warm lights converged into his hands, and finally turned into a soft silver hand pressed against her chest, injecting a steady stream of healing light into her body.

Her wound was truly fatal, bleeding profusely from the claws of the Storm Dragon, and overexertion, had made her think she would fall into the dark underground ruins.

The immortal Phinicos has the power of rebirth, yes, but that is also conditional, and she was not exposed to that level of power at that time.

However, her wounds were healed because of the big silver-white hand, the one that brought her warmth.

The Silver Healing Hand is not a simple healing technique, but a high-level healing technique that can be completely restored even when a single creature is injured. Under the light of the Silver Hand, not only the external and internal injuries suffered by the body will be healed, but even the amputated limbs and broken ** can be repaired to the state before the injury.

However, the use of this magic was lost for an unknown number of years, and the pages of the Light Sacred Book that recorded this magic have long since disappeared, and since then almost no one has been able to use this magic on their own.

Legend has it that it was a divine technique that could only be mastered by a saint who possessed both the highest level of faith and otherworldly understanding, and few of the previous popes could master it.

That time was the only time Fei'er had seen the true body of the silver healing hand. After that, she secretly investigated an unknown number of times, but the answer she got didn't change - there were no people in the church who could use this magic at all.

The silver healing hand that appeared in that dark underground ruin was like a flash in the pan, and it never appeared in Fei'er's world again. It seemed as if this legendary healing spell would never appear to her again—until now.

Feeling the warm light, Fei'er's body completely stiffened, just because of the little silver hand pressed on her hand.

Although it was much smaller, Phil would never admit that Ulysses' prayer was the activation language of the Silver Healing Hand, and some of the memories engraved into the soul of the place where the little Silver Hand held it down also awakened.

Numb, itchy, gentle waves came from the white glowing hand, healing her, soothing her body and mind.

For her, who has too much blood on her hands and has seen too many dark people's hearts, this familiar silver light seems to touch the softest place in her heart, making her feel the urge to cry.

Was it just a casual resemblance? Was it really just like that? Phil held back the excitement in her heart and looked intently at the face of Ulysses, who was helping her to heal.

As one of the oldest divine arts, the Silver Healing Hand has long been extinct in modern times, and if it weren't for someone who has studied the divine arts of the Supreme God Cult quite highly, I'm afraid they wouldn't know what it really represents.

Strange, I can't find a wound...... As a healer, Ulysses was confused, and he couldn't find any scars on Phil's body. The Silver Healing Hand has moved several locations, but has not found any specific treatment to be found.

But looking at Fei'er's expression as if she was desperately enduring something, Ulysses felt that things could not be so simple.

Perhaps, it was a very hidden injury or a curse, and the power of the Silver Healing Hand was not omnipotent, as Ulysses, who most often used him, knew better than anyone else. For some of the energy that erodes the body, and the price that must be paid after using a certain forbidden power, the Silver Healing Hand is powerless.

Thinking that Phil's opponent not long ago was Chris, and the unstable feeling of her body, her injuries may be more serious than he thought.

"I'm sorry, but my healing skills are insufficient. Eventually, Ulysses was ashamed to stop using the Silver Healing Hand. Both external and internal injuries have excellent results, but now Fei'er's condition is obviously not any kind, but a more complicated condition.

"It's not like that, it's actually working, and I'm feeling better. Fei'er looked at the silver hand that left her body with some reluctance, and the memories of the past in a trance revived little by little.

Could it be him? Phil couldn't find an answer to this question. Although it is logically impossible, because so much time has passed, why is the figure in her memory not only not grown, but even younger.

However, there was a vague intuition that told her that the person in front of her was the person she missed, the person she wanted to see, and even the person she could really like.

I can't describe this feeling, but love is so unreasonable, and when Fei'er found out that her heart was moving, even she couldn't believe her mood at the moment.

Attracted, seduced, there seemed to be a voice in her body telling her that this was the person she should like, the person she could like.

Whose voice was that? No, it was her own inner thoughts, and Phil's face flushed at the sight of Ulysses's face overlapping with the shadows of her past memories.

Believe it, believe the voice in your body, believe in the throbbing of this blood. Her life is short, she won't have much time to fall in love, and since she affirms her heart, she no longer needs to hesitate.

"Did you learn this healing technique yourself?" is a simple and straightforward question, but it is a crucial question for Fei'er. Because in this world, there is only one user of the Silver Healing Hand that she knows.

"Well, I learned it unconsciously, does it really work?" Because he inexplicably comprehended the use of the Silver Healing Hand, Ulysses has always had a sense of unreality.

In fact, it was not he who used the silver healing hand, he only temporarily used it with the help of the power of the Holy Spirit that existed between heaven and earth. It wasn't a necessary occasion to use it, and Ulysses didn't really like to use it that much.

After all, this is a power that does not belong to him, it is a hypocritical divine art, but he can't give it up no matter what, after all, this is what he has been dreaming and dreaming of since he was a child.

I imagined more than once how good it would have been if Yuria had learned this magic while he was still around. Although he already knew that even the silver healing hand would not cure Yuria's illness, it would definitely greatly reduce the burden on her body and allow her to have more laughter.

"Well, it works. Fei'er's eyes were sour, and she almost burst into tears.

Always, all the time, has been waiting.

I've been looking forward to the day of reunion.

I have always imagined what I should say at this time, how to thank him for the hand he extended to her at that time.

When she walked in the dark, her hands were stained with the blood of countless ordinary people, and when she was exhausted, she missed the flowing white figure more than once.

If it were him, maybe he would have been able to find the truth and find the culprit of everything, instead of constantly taking detours like her, making herself have to kill people again and again but unable to find the real black hand.

She doesn't really like to kill, and she doesn't like the feeling of blood on her hands, even if the crimes committed by those people are innocent.

I just wouldn't have thought that when the two met again, it would be like this. She missed him once, twice, three times. It wasn't until this fateful moment that she once again recovered the shadow of her first love from him, who was wearing a white robe and using the same healing magic.

Her first love, in fact, has never ended!

(To be continued)