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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 75: The gamble

Edwin was struggling to keep up with the flurry of movement with which Sebastian was assaulting him. After he had fallen, he had pumped necromantic mana into his feet and kicked at the vampire, which had made him stagger.

Before Edwin could celebrate, Sebastian had gotten his footing under control and had kicked Edwin between the ribs. Or attempted to, at least, for Edwin managed to grab his foot at the last minute and to pump it with enough necromantic mana to make the red head scream.

Then Sebastian had chuckled and backed away. That had allowed Edwin to finally get up from the cold sand and to run up to Sebastian, which turned out to be a mistake.

Now he was endeavoring to meet the man blow for blow and to try and at least nick him. For that had been their agreement. Sebastian was not pulling his punches and he, quite literary, was setting out to punch his throat with his free hand every so often.