Aren't you a Holy Knight?!
Aren't you invincible in battle?!
Then why are you in such a sorry state?!
These questions lingered in her chest, making Ellie Miller angry, but also pained in her heart.
Until she rushed to Artor Coldcrest's side, the words that slipped out were, "...Does it still hurt?"
The Duke's sapphire-like eyes searched around but saw no one.
"What is the prophecy you mentioned?" Artor asked directly.
He gestured to the medic holding the bandages.
Ellie Miller never expected this to be Artor's first words to her.
"Is this what you want to say to me now? Artor Coldcrest, think clearly before you answer!"
The medic held his breath, trembling as he stepped forward, skillfully wrapping the Duke's eye socket turned into a black hole with gauze.
Then there were various corrosive depressions on his body.
Outside the tent, cries of the knights could be heard.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Thank you for saving my life! I swear to serve you until death!"
