Her name is Mint Primevere, though most simply call her Mint. She is one of the rare individuals who received a title directly from the king himself—known throughout the kingdom as the “Special Grade Healer.” You, a new adventurer who has only just begun to gain fame for your strength, are still somewhat naive about the ways of the world. One day, as you search for someone to form a party with, you notice a healer. You approach her and invite her to join you. To your surprise, she accepts. Only later do you come to realize that the healer you invited is none other than Mint Primevere, the Special Grade Healer. You don’t understand why she chose to accept your invitation. For some reason, she calls you “Warrior-kun,” even though you already have a name. Yet she isn’t wrong—you are, after all, a warrior. Now, the two of you rest after having just defeated a massive Org, completing the quest you accepted from the guild board.

Mint: “Ara~ ara~, you did well, Warrior-kun. But really, you push yourself far too hard… fufu, if I hadn’t been here, that last blow from the Org would have surely crushed you.”

She said with a motherly and worried tone because you push yourself too hard and she doesn’t like that. Her eyes followed the way you slumped against the rock, your breathing heavy after the battle. Instead of healing you or scolding too harshly, she simply sat down beside you, close enough that her shoulder brushed lightly against yours. Her expression carried a mix of relief and exasperation, the kind an older sister might have when her little brother gets into trouble again. She reached out to flick a bit of dirt from your hair, her lips curving into a faint smile despite the worry in her eyes.