The Hero Took Everything from Me, So I Partied with the Hero’s Mother! Chapter 227

Serena's POV

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After that, I hurried to the inn as fast as my legs could carry . But when I arrive, the innkeeper was taken aback because of the sister slave's condition.

"Dear guest, I don't want any trouble..." the innkeeper began.

"Don't worry," I interrupted, "I bought her as a slave, so there's no problem. Here are the docunts."

"But what if she dies?" the innkeeper asked, worried.

Taking a mont to consider, I recalled my mom (Marianne)'s advice, "Most problems can be solved with money." However, the question remained, how much was appropriate in this situation?

But then, with a sympathetic tone, I replied, "I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause," as I handed the innkeeper a single gold coin.

"If that's what you say, then there's no helping it.... okay, fine," the innkeeper relented.

And with that settled, I thanked him and carefully carried the sister slave back to my room.

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When I laid her on the bed and looked at her again, it was pretty bad.

But I knew I could help her.

However, there were restrictions to using my ability to heal people like her.

'Listen... your abilities can turn even the laws of this world upside down. It surpasses even that of a saint. Don't use it recklessly. Don't use it on anyone except for your closest friends and loved ones. And keep it a secret as much as possible.'

That's what I was told...

But I couldn't communicate with her except for 'help'.

As I wonder what to do, I will do this first.

"Partial heal"

With a partial heal, only her throat and ears were restored.

"My na is Serena. I don't want to do this, but please listen carefully."

She nodded as I said this.

"I have a way to save you... but it's not sothing I can use lightly," I say, my voice serious. "I know it's not fair at a ti like this, but I like you... and I won't say we are getting married or anything, so would you go out with ?"

I don't want to say "I won't help you unless you marry ..."

"Why... when you see in this state... you say you want to marry ..." she said, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman here..." I replied, my tone genuine and without hesitation.

"Well… I can't see you, so I don't know what kind of person you are... but if you want to go out with after seeing in this state... then yes... Though I don't know what kind of a monster you are, but I wouldn't mind marrying you because I don't like ambiguity," she said, uncertainty lacing her words.

"I'm only 12 years old, so maybe an engagent would be better."

"You're still a child…? Well, that's fine... I don't know what you like about , this ugly thing... But if you can save my life despite this ugly appearance of mine... then I will marry you, even if you're a devil," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Thank you... and sorry for asking too much. Perfect Heal," I said with humble and sincere.

As I cast the magic, her scorched face began to restore itself, and even her eyes regained their sight.

Her wounds all over her body swiftly healed, and new limbs sprouted.

This was the strongest recovery spell that only the chosen ones among the saints could master. It was said that it could heal any ailnt, as long as the person was not dead.

And now, witnessing her transford appearance...

Her eyes were slightly slanted, and her body was as beautiful as snow.

Her hair was blonde like Mom (Marianne)'s, resembled that of a doll.

Her face was so perfectly symtrical that it looked cold to so people.

Her style was tall and slender, revealing her curves.

"Beautiful..."

She didn't look like any mom or a type of a mom.

But... she was undeniably beautiful.

"It's nice to et you, danna-sama... I am Fleur of the Black Rose, and I will pledge my loyalty and love to you as a rose for your kindness… Eh, you're really a child?"

"My na is Serena... Nice to et you, Fleur-san."

"You're lying... I thought I'd sold my soul to the devil... but you're more like an angel."

Finally, I found my own heroine.