The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric
Chapter 98: Heal a cleric?

Chapter 98: Heal a cleric?

The moment Kaelen reappeared inside the camp, he didn’t stop moving. His boots slammed against the ground as he charged straight toward the central pavilion, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Princess! I need all the healers here. Now! And any potion you’ve got..... the strongest ones, the more the better!"

His voice cracked like a whip across the courtyard, drawing every gaze.

Princess Doris, seated at a field table surrounded by her guards and aides, looked up, startled. Her hand froze over a parchment map, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"Why—what happened to the forest team?"

"Just do it!" Kaelen barked. "Dad’s going to die if we waste time!"

His tone wasn’t polite. It wasn’t diplomatic. It was raw panic.

The guards immediately stepped forward, steel ringing faintly as hands fell on hilts. One of the princess’s personal knights raised his sword to halt Kaelen’s advance.

"You dare speak to the princess like that."

"It’s fine." Princess Doris’s voice cut through the tension, sharp but composed.

The knight stopped mid-step.

She stood slowly and looked Kaelen in the eyes. His robes were torn at the seams, crusted with dirt and dried blood. His chest heaved with labored breaths. His hands trembled, not from fear, but sheer urgency.

"...Are you serious?" she said quietly, her expression hardening.

She didn’t understand how healing potions and healers would salvage the situation when even the veterans from the Loose Leash were proven useless, unable to do anything.

Kaelen didn’t even answer. His silence was answer enough.

The world of the awakener was bizarre so many types of classes offer unique powers so she chose to trust his resolve.

The princess turned to her aide and said, "Bring the elixirs."

The aide hesitated, stunned. "Y-Your Highness, the royal reserve... "

"Now."

A long moment later, the aide returned with a small velvet pouch. Princess Doris reached inside and pulled out three slender bottles, their contents glowing with a vibrant red light. Potential and undeniably epic-grade.

She placed them into Kaelen’s hands without ceremony.

"This is all we have," she said. "Even I don’t carry more. The healers in camp are basic. The real ones are with the main teams at the frontlines of the war."

Kaelen nodded. "I’ll take anything."

Gasps rose from the surrounding guards and mages. A few even whispered, stunned that she had handed over her personal reserves so easily. But Doris didn’t flinch.

"Do what you must," she said softly. "Bring him back alive."

From the side, a support healer rushed forward and nervously said. "We can’t follow you into battle,we don’t have a chance." The people around him look at him with disgust at his cowardice.

Then he hurriedly added. "but we’ll give you all our HoT buffs. If that’s what you want I don’t have any instant healing skills to aid your father. And they won’t last long, four to five minutes, tops. But the healing is decent."

Kaelen nodded again. "That’s more than enough. And you don’t need to heal my father or come to the forest with."

Then with a sharp tone he continued. "Just throw any buffs you got onto me with no reserves."

Everyone there was puzzled with the same thoughts in their minds.

"Heal a cleric?"

Kaelen gave no explanation. He rolled his shoulders. Took a long, shaking breath. "Now!"

One skill after another poured into him turning him into a living torch of holy light.

<Grace of Fortitude>

<Blessing of the Veil>

<Mana Cascade>

<Divine Flow>

<Goddess Touch>

All sorts healing landed unto and,

Then he also started buffing himself with his own skills.

His body shimmered with radiant layers of light and power, like a statue carved from glowing stone.

He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate.

Then, with the flick of his wrist and a whisper, he called upon it.

<Sanctified Wrath>

A pillar of white holy light descended from the sky piercing through the roof of the camp without any obstruction towards Kaelen, momentarily blinding everyone within ten paces.

The very air pulsed with sacred energy.

His dark black eyes had already turned silver white and when snapped open, a divine echo hummed in his chest. The faint symbolic image of angelic wings shimmered behind his back for a moment, intangible and ethereal.

Everyone in the camp stumbled back instinctively.

"The hell was that?!"

"Did he just... Did he just use a sacrificial class skill?!"

"It must be forbidden magic! I have never seen something like this before."

"Yeah it must be, even Clerics in the High Orders don’t have this presence," another muttered.

A senior guard looked at Kaelen like he’d just risen from myth. "He’s just a boy. How the hell did he learn a forbidden skill."

Even Princess Doris looked stunned. Her composure faltered for just a second, her lips parting slightly as she stared at him. She looked at him not like a subordinate... but like a weapon.

A dangerous, divine weapon.

Kaelen didn’t bask in the attention.

He popped the cork off the first epic potion and downed it. Then the second. Then the third.

All in one go.

The onlookers collectively gasped.

"HE DRANK THEM ALL?!"

"He’s gonna overload his core... !"

"Are you insane?! Is that not supposed to be for your father?"

Even Doris’s eye twitched. She didn’t say a word... but her face said enough. ’Madman, why did I even give it to him ?’

Kaelen exhaled sharply, his body glowing with layered energy. He trembled from the sheer force of power now coursing through him, but his will held firm.

He turned to the nearest support caster and said just one word:

"Teleport."

The caster blinked. "Where?"

"To the forest," Kaelen said. "Back to the fight."

She looked unsure, but one glance at his face, at the weight behind his voice, and she nodded quickly. Her staff began to glow as she inscribed the coordinates.

"Teleport in three," she said.

Kaelen stepped onto the circle, eyes blazing.

"Tell Alira not to worry," he muttered. "I won’t die before I save Derek."

The circle pulsed with radiant light and with a flash, he was gone.