In the end, there isn't anything special about the so-called "Healing Type".
It's not so much the "Healing Type" idea that irked me, but the fact that I was told I was not it.
Just because I can't heal others makes me not the "Healing Type"? There's nothing special about Healing Magic. If I had Devoured Monsters capable of healing others, I would have that ability. But why would Monsters...
"Are you still going on about this?" Milo grumbled while rubbing his forehead. He had been tuning out the Uso's rambling, but still it was his responsibility to remain with the old man until he sobered up and went to sleep. "Can't you talk about something more interesting? More uplifting? About other people? Something?"
Likewise, old man Uso had been ignoring Milo.
"In the end, I am a self-absorbed bastard, huh? Rambling on and on about myself, oh my woes…" He said with a dry chuckle. "Other people, huh? Sure, let's see…"
The old man held his cup of water with both hands.
