Roster Territory.
Grand Hall.
Every group or faction across the continent with healing abilities had gathered here.
To bring them all together, Viscount Roster had paid no small price.
Among them were humans, elves, even beastmen. There were ordinary supernatural beings, church followers...
It seemed that as long as someone had healing abilities, no matter who they were, they could be invited here.
If these people had been gathered together at any other occasion, there would've been plenty of small talk or arguments—the relationships between them were pretty complicated.
But here at Viscount Roster's place, they seemed to show some restraint.
When the time reached the agreed-upon ten o'clock, Viscount Roster walked in from outside, accompanied by a dark-skinned, muscular man.
This was naturally Nidhogg, the Dragon of Despair, using transformation magic. If he'd shown up in his true form, there's no way he could've fit inside this huge building.
