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Completed! =) Healing is not just healing, it is also politics. Edwin had heard it all, had repeated it time and time again. He did not want to accept those words. They were vile, they were poisonous. A necromancer such as himself had no right to become a healer, he still did his best. An altruist like him had no place in the service of the king as Boliarin. He still refused to give up the title, for fear that someone else would take it, and plunge Duria into chaos. All his life, he had played by the rules. Even when he suffered losses, even when he believed he could not look himself in the mirror. Everyone has a breaking point. Edwin did not lie to himself. He was calm, but not sane. The camel's back had long since been broken. And yet, when his ray of moonlight, the vampire Hadrian, offered to travel with him, Edwin agreed. He lets himself pretend he was good, hoping he might lie to himself one of those days. Would Harry be enough to stop him from darkening the world? Or would he end up just another villain, who had once been bright-eyed and hopeful? The story is complete, and has 109 chapters in total, around 1k each. Updates: 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. Thank you for your time! =)

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Chapter 56: The start of something great

Thorold Hafnon played around with his teacup. The spoon made small whirls in the liquid as the three before him watched him and waited for him to speak. This was something his family had wanted for a while but had never gotten enough of a voice to make it happen.

"So, we overthrow the governments and…"

"No," interjected Edwin with a frown. They had been over this for twenty minutes now, and the Hafnon always tried to come back to this point. "We create a syndicate and enforce freedom of action for all healers."

"That is an adorable idea," Thorold snorted. "But it won't work. Just imagine what the rulers will do when a healer stands in their way. If you want to see this through the end, healer, you have to get your hands bloody."

Thorold regarded the idealistic youth before him. The man didn't want to hurt anyone, even though he did so occasionally. He was an ok fighter, if his eyes were crimson, the sign of a sire killer, and not a different color.