The Divine Healer and His Many Identities

Chapter 07

No one knew that before Alistair became a doctor, his master trained him in martial arts and combat techniques, even sending him to war for two years. Alistair, only eighteen years old at the time, was already recognized as an excellent fighter. One of his specialties? Swords and daggers! 

In a year in the field, Alistair became known as the “King of Mercenaries”, however, there in that city of Lothan, the people around thought that the blond was just bragging without really knowing how to do anything. 

'He must be scared to death!' Lisa thought and smiled with her lips closed. 

Alistair wasn't the kind of man who let himself be influenced by other people, but he had never been so disrespected in his entire life as he had been in the last forty-eight hours. So, with his hands behind his back and a calm smile, he turned to Edward, who was watching him with his brown eyes. 

“Very well. I accept the invitation to a game.” 

Marie looked at Alistair with interest. 

'Lisa hadn't mentioned that the man was so handsome! Even though he iss poor… she didn't lose out on much!' Marie thought. Then she saw Edward preparing for battle and took a deep breath. Had she gone too far? Would Alistair get hurt? 

She wanted to talk to her friend, but Lisa didn't even pay her any attention, focused on the two men in the arena. 

Edward, wanting to demonstrate his power and ability, was all strutted up like a peacock. He covered his face with the mesh of his fencing mask and got into position. Meanwhile, Alistair positioned himself in a way that others would call 'foolish', as he didn't seem so confident. Edward was sure of his own victory. 

“There’s still time to give up, ‘Lisa’s Husband’,” Edward said and the people around him laughed, mocking Alistair. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Alistair smiled at Edward, but without any humor. 

“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Hunter. Worry about yourself.” 

Edward sneered and waved his hand firmly, as if telling Alistair that he had missed his chance to walk out of that gym with any dignity. 

“He’s going to be in big trouble!” Lisa said excitedly. 

“He’s not really going to get hurt, is he?” 

Lisa turned to Marie, shocked. 

“Don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for him!” Lisa pointed at Alistair in the distance. “He’s not going to die, Marie. But I hope it hurts, at least to his ego, and that he decides to leave for good!” 

As soon as the match started, Edward didn't even have time to move, because his sword flew out of his hand with a single movement from Alistair and, in the next second, the tip of the sword was touching his throat. 

The noises inside the gym stopped and it was as if the entire world had stopped. Edward stood with his hands in front of him, palms exposed, while Alistair stared at him steadily, one hand behind his back and the other holding his sword. 

“Edward… it’s not possible. Did Edward Hunter lose?” someone said and others began to whisper. 

Edward knew that this was just a match, not a championship, but the look in that blond man's eyes made his knees weak, making him kneel immediately. Edward was not usually afraid of challenges or an ugly faces, but Alistair, the man who had put a wedding ring on the finger of Lisa Anderson, the woman Edward desired, looked like the devil himself, ready to drag the young Hunter's soul and condemn him to eternal damnation. 

Edward's head almost touched the ground and he let out a wail, which caused everyone to fall silent again. 

Alistair just shrugged, because he had already expected that this Edward Hunter guy was nothing special. Nothing more than a show-off, and Alistair didn't like that kind of person. Being good at something, reaching excellence, didn't mean that one should go around bragging or trying to put others down. 

And what's more: calling someone who was considered inferior in abilities to a duel, as a way of humiliating the other, was a sign that the challenger's character was questionable, after all, what kind of honor was there in winning against someone weaker, without abilities? 

With a carefree movement, Alistair threw his sword to the ground and, with both hands behind his body, he walked out of the arena. 

Lisa looked at Alistair in disbelief. After all, how could this man, who was nothing more than a poor man living in a rural village, be able to defeat the city's fencing champion in a single move? Fencing was a sport that the men of Lothan greatly enjoyed and worked hard at, so Edward was not just good, he was great! 

While Lisa's eyes were shining with anger at the plan going wrong, Marie's were filled with not only astonishment, but also wonder. She looked at Alistair, who walked with a noble air, and couldn't help but think that, besides being handsome, he had skills! 

“Lisa?” she called to her friend, who was red-faced with anger. 

"What?!" 

“Are you sure this is the worthless, useless husband you told me about last night?” she asked the other, who looked at her in horror. 

“What are you trying to imply, Marie?” Lisa asked. “Alistair is useless!” 

“It’s not what it seems…” 

“The thing is, your plan backfired! What a stupid plan!” Lisa complained and stamped her foot on the ground. “And don’t look at him like that! Are you changing your tune?” 

This made Marie blink repeatedly and look at Lisa. 

“I’m not… Lisa, I’m not a turncoat! It’s just… well, you have to admit he’s good with a sword!” 

At that moment, Edward slammed his fist on the ground and raised his head, pointing at Alistair, who was now near Lisa. 

“How dare you cheat?”