No wonder he'd accepted mana like that, flawed, impure mana. 
'Well, I have to do something...'
He gritted his teeth, but no power entered his body. 
Eventually, he lost consciousness completely and shook his head. 
So he didn't see. 
Additional messages. 
[You have assimilated impure mana beyond the limits of your veins!]
[Your forbidden Unique Ability ensures the survival of its possessor!]
[Your 'Unique Ability' engulfs impure mana, permanently securing it between vital organs!]
[Your 'Unique Ability' conveys a sensation of satiety!]
[This mana, flawed for use through your veins, can be utilized upon unlocking ''Your Unique Ability''!]
[Your mana stats receive a 30-point boost with some adulterated pure mana!]
[Congratulations on your victory!]

***
Word spread swiftly in Leifentina, thanks to the communication crystals, and the catastrophe in Rafalde garnered the attention of the entire Kingdom of Houston.
As a result, Raymond's actions quickly became known throughout the Houston Kingdom.
"Did you hear about what our prince did in Rafalde Province this time?"
"Uh, I heard. He fended off a plague?"
"Man, you didn't hear right. That's not what he did."
The mustachioed middle-aged man, a long-time admirer of Raymond's, spat.
"Didn't they say that Count Trentby's stubbornness almost caused the magic stone mine to explode, and he prevented it?"
"Uh-huh, is that true?"
"Yes. They said he couldn't stand by and watch his people's plight, so he went into the magic stone mine, calmed the runaway, and if it weren't for the prince, there would have been a disaster of epic proportions!"
"But how could the prince have stopped the rampage? Isn't he a healer?"
"Heh, you still don't know our prince; nothing is impossible for him. He can work any miracle for his people."
The people gasped in amazement.
"How many things he does for us."
"I can't even count them."
Impressed expressions abounded.
This wasn't the first time.
Raymond had consistently gone above and beyond for the people of the capital—thwarting the schemes of Archduke Berard, securing victory in the war, and now, once again, averting another catastrophe.
A beacon.
No, a beacon wasn't quite the right word.
"A bright future..."
Someone muttered, and indeed, he was more than just a light.
He was a light of hope, as in a bright future. 
Raymond was their light of hope. 
"Majesty Raymond!" 
"Our light, our prince!" 
"In praise of His Shining Lord!" 
And so, throughout the Kingdom of Huston, chants of praise for Raymond rang out.