The Only Healer, Ruela (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 73

While the two people ahead were grumbling, Ruela turned to look behind her.

Afraid the same situation as before might happen again, they were entering in the order of Kite, Hazen, Raphael, Ruela, Tien, and Mitchell.

“Mitchell, are you okay?”

With a visibly tense expression, Mitchell raised his hand as if to say he was fine.

When playing games, there are always certain named monsters you especially dread encountering. Others might say they’re easy to beat and offer decent rewards—the so-called “vault nameds”—but for you, they’re monsters you don’t even want to face.

Most of the time, this stems from a troubled history—perhaps you kept making unusual mistakes when fighting that mob, or your teammates just had bad luck.

For Mitchell, Vincenty seemed to be exactly that kind of opponent. He must have been startled and frightened the first time he experienced the movement speed debuff. Moreover, back then he’d had to face Vincenty alone without any tanks, so his fear must have been even worse.

Two tanks, one healer, and only two damage dealers. Even if Tien attacked, his damage output would inevitably fall far short of a pure DPS.

It would’ve been great if they’d had just one more damage dealer here. But for them, simply having this party composition at all was already incredibly fortunate. Thus, there wasn’t much else they could do—both DPS had to fight their hardest to compensate for their numbers.

Moreover, this wasn’t a game. Even in games, depending on your condition that day, there are times when you end up “digging your own grave,” as people say—but in real life, things could only get worse.

Therefore, she didn’t want to burden Mitchell by telling him to hang in there or that everything would be fine. Silently, she gently placed her saved movement speed potion into his hand, offering him comfort in her heart.

Ruela couldn’t yet craft movement speed potions herself. The one she had now was a reward from an early quest; since it was obtained at a low level, it wouldn’t significantly boost movement speed—but still, drinking it while under debuff should make its effect noticeable.

Mitchell put the potion Ruela wordlessly handed him into his bag, read its description, and a faint smile appeared on his lips—he’d understood her silent comfort.

“We’re here. Attacks will start the moment we enter. I’ll go in first to draw aggro, then Hazen immediately follows. Raphael and Mitchell, wait for Hazen’s signal before you start attacking. Let’s go!”

Kite charged into Vincenty’s hideout with a battle cry.

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