After the duel 2 days ago, I was well-rested and in better shape than before, prepared for my upcoming duel. However, I was waiting outside when I didn't see my mother coming out any time soon. I decided to look in my parent's bedroom, when I saw her.

She looked severely ill, and my father was holding her by the hand, comforting her. I walked up to Father and asked, "How ill is she?"

He looked at me, and let out a heavy sigh. A few seconds later, he answered my question by whispering, "By the looks of the current situation, she will have 6 years at best."

My eyes widened. I felt my heart being crushed as he said those words. I felt my emotions going out of control. I didn't want her to leave us, I wasn't ready. I felt my sadness, like if a mintos went in a coca-cola bottle. I've never cried this much in my entire life, including my past life. She was coughing, and not only that, she was coughing blood. I never thought it was possible for us to get this kind of disease, but I knew what it was. From her symptoms, being raspy voice, weight loss, coughing blood, coughing fits, and shortness of breath, I pointed toward the one thing that these symptoms matched. The one thing that also took away my own past life father, lung cancer. Because of this, I didn't think that she has 5 years at the very most.

As I stepped out of the room for some fresh air, I went outside and started crying my eyes out. My father came out and talked to me about Mother. I told him what I knew so far, and by the looks of it, she's already past the metastasizing stage. When Father said 6 years, I could only guess that it was not even half a decade, but less than 4 and a half months at best.

I went back to my room, and laid down until nightfall. At that point, I wanted to get stronger for her. Even if I couldn't save her with everything I had, I could become stronger in her name. I would get every amount of money I could, and head to the capital.

As I slept that night, that was the only thing on my mind. How was I going to get there? I could just run there. If I ran before telling her, she may think I was abandoning her. I would tell her, and I would listen if she had any complaints. My mother told me that if I became strong enough, I could cure any disease. I could cure anything. She said I had the potential, but why can't I do anything about it now?

If anything, I was annoyed. I woke up the next morning, and I ran into my parents' bedroom. I ran in there, and told her what I wanted to do. I told her that even if I couldn't save her, I would always train in her name. I would try my absolute best to become the strongest on this planet. It's not like I didn't have the potential, being immortal and all I could probably gain it in a few hundred years. Even so, her response was not expected.

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"Okay, Allen. Before you go though, I want you to know that I will always be watching over you after I'm gone," she said this to me with the calmest voice she could muster. I went over to her, and then I said a similarly unexpected paragraph.

"Mother, I know the entire effects of this disease. I know how it works. It's a painful death, I can assure you. I don't want you to suffer the same way I know you will. Mother, if it's not too much to ask, can I end your suffering before it worsens?" I said this, and as I did, my father's eyes widened.

"YOU WANT TO KI-" He was about to finish, but my mother hushed him.

"Allen, how do you know the effects?" she asked, and I looked at her with the best smile I could.

"This may, and probably will, sound strange. However, I want you to hear me out. In my past life, I lived a bit of a short life that was of 58 years. I was struck down by a lightning bolt, summoned from God. In that world, we had several cures for several diseases, but not this one. We had treatments for it, but we didn't reach the cure at the time of my death. The same man reincarnated me as an immortal elf, whom you two gave birth to. I only arrived as the soul 10 years after the birth. But anyway, this disease is called cancer, and specifically, it's in your lungs, and by the looks of it, your skin. Your lungs are not curable from this disease from just [Advanced Heal], and unless I become a Godlike Healer, I cannot heal you. This disease is a very aggressive one, specifically in your case. At most, you have 5 years to live. In those 5 years, you will suffer greatly. I doubt even the strongest of people in this world would survive it, and they would all suffer. So, please, let me end your suffering before it truly begins," I stated to her this, and she just smiled.

"Allen, I believe you. I really do. That's exactly why I'm going to believe in you to become a Godlike Healer and cure me of this wretched disease," she said weakly with a genuine smile.

"I... I won't let you down. No matter how much this disease hurts, hold your head above the grave. I will become a Godlike Healer and cure you. Now mother, where's the savings you were talking about earlier? I believe I have a visit with the capital city," I smirked, and she laughed weakly.

"I'll do my best, and it's in the drawer right behind you," she said, pointing to a large caramel-like color, while my sister was crying. My father tended for my sister these days, and he does a damn good job at it, too.

As I took the coins that were there, more specifically 50 gold coins, I made sure to kiss her one more time on the forehead, for good measures. I took a map that my father had given me, 50 gold coins, leather armor, and a lot of determination to help her. As I walked out of that door for the sole purpose of going out alone, I realized that it was the first time I have ever gone alone. I made my leave into the forest, with my trusty map, heading straight onwards to the capital city of the Kingdom of Eribia, Eribia City, at a speed of atleast Mach 1.