"Yeah, I'm Aeslyn," she didn't deny it.
"You're really the legendary healer Aeslyn?"
"That's just a title other people came up with. I never claimed to be some miracle worker."
She wouldn't dare call herself a legendary healer. There was always someone better out there; she knew there were people far more skilled than she was.
He stroked her hair and said, "Did you know? Back when my legs were paralyzed, I mobilized a lot of manpower to track down the whereabouts of the legendary Aeslyn."
"Oh? And you didn't find a single clue?" It was time to see if her senior martial brother was reliable.
Julius shook his head. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Aeslyn was like a ghost, disappearing without leaving a single trace behind.
My people even tracked down that foreign noble you cured, hoping to get some information on the legendary healer through him.
But he said he only knew the healer's name was Aeslyn and nothing else. He said the healer wore a mask every time they treated him, so he never even saw Aeslyn's face."
Stella let out a soft laugh. "I only saved that foreigner because he paid a massive amount. Plus, he was actually a decent guy who loved donating to charities, so I helped him out."
"Then how do you manage to go everywhere without leaving a single trace?"
He had even personally checked the surveillance footage of places she had been to, but strangely enough, whenever she passed through, a segment of the footage would mysteriously vanish. Judging by the timestamps, it was obvious the footage had been tampered with.
He had tried to restore the footage, but the other party was incredibly skilled. The deleted segments couldn't be recovered by any means.
He had hired even more professional experts, but they couldn't do it either.
"As long as I don't want anyone tracking my movements, I don't think anyone out there could manage it." It seemed her senior martial brother was very reliable indeed.


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