Long ago, I was fascinated upon seeing healing magic. But to be taught, you need to make a huge donation. I, who came from a normal family, could never afford it no matter how much I stretched my budget. Thus, I could only study and teach myself, quite desperately even. But around the time I reached the limit for what self-study could get me, I got to see a Saint first hand performing a charitable service using healing magic. ... Eh, that was Heal just now, right? It was only used a few times, and you’re already having trouble breathing, and not only that, your healing didn’t even do that much! You gotta be kidding me――――?

"O spirit destined to be mine, rise once more from the realm of the dead!" In the depths of an extravagant tomb, Alice, a novice necromancer, channeled her mana into an ancient coffin as she cast her spell. Dust scattered through the air, and a wave of overwhelming mana surged, leaving her breathless. But what emerged was not the mindless undead she had expected—it was a handsome young man, casually perched atop the coffin, his piercing gaze meeting hers. With a bright, disarming smile, he introduced himself—but Alice soon realized the truth: this was no ordinary man. He was the legendary figure who, centuries ago, had plunged the world into chaos and terror... the Demon King himself.