Chapter 1

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Let me get straight to the point. My territory, 'Baybalon,' was the worst place.

The land was barren and infested with harmful beasts, and crops barely grew.

Furthermore, the residents were all scoundrels. They were criminals who had fled from other lands, sick people who had been driven away, sub-humans, and heretics.

There wasn't a single day without problems, and the environment was so poor and violent that it made me look like a noble. My facial muscles had died a glorious death. Before long, a blank expression became my default, and my parents, to forget their stress, drank themselves to death from alcohol poisoning just the other day. Damn it, don't run away.

So, at the age of fifteen, I inherited the family estate and had to govern the residents as the low-ranking baron 'Rize Baybalon'—but to be honest, it's impossible.

My deceased parents could use attack magic of considerable power, so they weren't harmed, but I can only use healing magic. If things continue like this, I'll definitely be killed by the vicious residents for fun.

Given that... there was only one way for me to act as a lord.

"Alright, I'll fawn over the residents!"

If someone is injured, I'll heal them immediately, and if they have any requests, I'll try to fulfill them as much as possible!

Magic is said to be a divine power given only to nobles and royalty, to instill fear and control the lowly commoners, but who cares about that! If I don't, I'll definitely be killed!

...To survive, I'll use this sacred power even on stray dogs.

I was born a noble, but I won't die without ever having lived a life of luxury!

"Even if I have to lick the feet of commoners, I don't care. I'll live, struggle to live, and at least before I die, I'll eat a full steak!"

With that resolve, I burst out of the manor with a burst of energy.

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What is this man...!

This was the impression of the new lord who suddenly appeared, as perceived by the roughnecks of Baybalon territory.

To them, nobles were the worst beings who wielded the terrifying power of magic to commit violence.

Especially in Baybalon, it was a place where many people who had fled their homes due to the tyranny of nobles or had been forcibly driven out gathered.

Thus, their hatred of nobles was deeply ingrained. When they learned that the previous lord had died and a young son would succeed him, they had planned to lynch him and take over the land.

While they were gathered in a dilapidated tavern, plotting their plan—suddenly, he appeared and declared:

"---I will heal all your pain and injuries."

...At first, the roughnecks didn't understand what he meant.

Before they could ponder the meaning, the revenge in their hearts flared up!

"Y... You nobles, because of you, I lost my arm!!!"

One man roared.

He had once been a gardener, but due to a minor incident, he had offended the lord and had his arm cut off for fun.

Recalling the anger and sorrow of that day when he lost his job, the man lunged at the young noble!

But, however.

"Ah, so you have no arm. Then I'll regrow it for you."

"Huh?"

---At that moment, a miracle occurred.

The moment the young man uttered a single spell, a brilliant light flooded the dilapidated tavern.

Everyone squeezed their eyes shut, and then slowly opened them...

"Ah, ah, ah, my arm, my arm is growing back!!!?"

There, a man who had lost his arm was shouting in shock—! He touched and moved his newly grown white arm repeatedly, and eventually, he fell to his knees, trembling.

"Th... Thank you... Really, thank you...!"

"It's fine, it's my duty as a lord."

The young man gently patted the sobbing man's shoulder.

To the roughnecks who were stunned by this scene, he walked over calmly and declared:

"Those with one eye, those with one leg, those clearly sick... I see, a parade of the injured and sick. Fine, I'll heal all of you."

Thus, on this day—multiple miracles unfolded in the desolate Baybalon territory, and with each miracle, tears of joy wet the ground.

"My eyes can see again!!!?"

"To be able to walk again... Thank you, my lord...!"

"Thank you so much... Our lord, Rize...!"

The residents, moved to tears.

But however—They didn't know. Their young lord, who was their savior, was only performing good deeds for his own survival...!

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