TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

“Okay, then if money was the issue, would you like me to heal your fingers for free?”

After hearing Marcus’ question Treasa blinked a few times in confusion before she finally registered exactly what he meant.

She had already known that he could use healing magic, but when they had partied up, he had not had the ability to cast such a high tier spell.

“Wait! Are you saying that your healing magic skill is up to level seven!?” Treasa asked in a fluster.

Very few individuals ever got a magic skill that high and even fewer of those that did have healing magic.

Even in Borealia and Tralenstein combined the number of people that had such magic could be counted on one hand.

Yet sitting before Treasa was one such individual.

“Yes, my healing magic has reached level seven and I can cast the tier seven spell regenerate if you want me to.” Marcus said, though he was lying, and his healing magic was actually at level eight. But clearing that up would have just caused more complications, so he did not

For a few moments Treasa glanced between her prosthetic fingers and Marcus wondering if she should take him up on the offer.

Very few would ever receive the chance to get healing of this level for free and she wondered if she deserved it.

“I am being serious. If it were not for your injury, I may not have even shown myself to you. My disguise is a bit unique and no one else knows that I am here. Still, I could not just sit by when a friend had a crippling injury that I could fix. So, would you please let me heal you.”

Feeling his sincerity, Treasa gritted her teeth and nodded her head.

Naturally anyone who had lost a part of themselves would want it recovered if they could and she saw no reason to reject her friend’s goodwill.

“If you would not mind taking the prosthetic off? I am not sure what will happen if it is in place when I cast the spell.”

Nodding her head, Treasa swiftly removed the three protect fingers and for the first time Marcus was able to she the stumps that remined.

With only a single look her could tell that the cuts had been clean and must have been done by an incredibly sharp blade wield by an expert to break through Treasa’ natural defenses.

“Regenerate.”

Saying the spell’s name Marcus cast what could be considered the most revered healing spell and a soft yellow light flew from his hand that was resting just above Treasa’s.

In only a matter of seconds the high tier spell seeped into Treasa and her fingers began to grow back.

While this happened, she winced in pain as her nerves were reconstructed and connected to the rest of her body.

“There it is done. Your fingers are back to normal.” Marcus said with a proud expression.

It had taken only a half dozen seconds but he had restored Treasa’s lost fingers.

Tears began to fall down Treasa’s face as she flexed her new fingers and moved her hand around.

She had been able to get by with the prosthetics but truly there was nothing better than one’s own appendages.

“Irene, would you mind moving a few dozen feet away from me for a bit.” Treasa said, while standing up abruptly.

“Sure. That is no problem.” Marcus said understanding what she wanted to do.

Quickly he gave her the room she needed and when he was in the clear she took her weapon off her back.

With a tight grip she held the chain in her restored hand and with a smile began swinging it around.

Her chosen weapon took a great amount of dexterity and skill, and the prosthetics simply could not allow her the same level of manipulation she once had.

Swing after swing she sent her spiked chain ball around and practiced her form. Getting used to having her missing fingers again.

Immediately she could tell how much more natural it felt to wield now and broke out into a great big grin.

“Ha, I am back!” Treasa said elatedly.

“I am glad to see that you are able to adapt back to having your fingers again so quickly. So how does it feel?”

“Better than ever. I think that these new fingers might be superior to my old ones. Though that might be just because I am higher level than the last time I had my original fingers.” Treasa said, the smile never leaving her face.

She then turned to Marcus and bowed her head deeply to express her gratitude.

“If you ever need anything from me Irene, I am there. You have helped me to regain my fingers and I will be eternally grateful.”

“Sure, if I need your help, I will come get you.” Marcus said, even if he figured he would never come to collect on this dept.

However, not long after the elated expression that Treasa had been wearing since her fingers were regenerated turned into one of panic.

“What am I going to tell the other people on the ship? Plenty of the crew and other adventurers saw me with my prosthetic fingers. Normally people do not just suddenly grow back lost appendages.” Treasa said in a rare show of worry.

Seeing her so flustered Marcus could not help but laugh a little bit.

“You need only say the truth. A random passenger on the ship healed you and you are not able to find them again. I can promise you that no matter how hard you search for me after I leave you will not come across me again.”

Sighing. Treasa decided to go with the explanation Marcus gave her. Though she looked pretty sad about it.

“So, I will not be seeing you again while we are on this ship?”

“Oh, no, I will come see you from time to time. It is just that you will not be able to find me. I will stop by every now and then when you are alone on watch, and we can get caught up some more. We have only spoken of the broad things we have experienced in the years since we saw each other. I still want to hear more details of your adventures abroad.”