Commander Bruno, who had left Seongjin behind, returned quickly. He was accompanied by Gustav, a priest specializing in healing.
“I mainly deal with external injuries, so my divine power itself is not very strong. If His Highness does not have any particular external injuries, wouldn’t it be better to bring another priest instead?”
Gustav spoke with a reluctant expression. Beneath his words lay a dissatisfaction toward this outsider who had dragged him here, especially amidst the constant stream of gravely injured soldiers elsewhere.
What urgent matter could the prince, surrounded and protected by knights, possibly have that required a priest so desperately?
But Bruno’s demeanor was resolute.
“There is no time for that. Please hurry.”
Prince Morres was exactly as Bruno had left him, leaning against the base of the watchtower. Only his head was drooping downward, an utterly ominous sight that sent a chill through the air.
Only then did Gustav realize the situation was far from ordinary. Straightening his expression, he quickened his pace.
“Your Highness.”
Bruno cautiously approached and shook the prince. But the lifelessly swaying body suddenly collapsed into Bruno’s arms like a rag doll!
“…!”
As he fell sideways, the prince’s revealed face was as pale as a dead man’s.
Bruno’s heart sank heavily.
“Your Highness!”
They hurriedly laid the prince on the ground and examined his condition.
“Why is there blood…?”
Seeing the prince’s face, smeared and ruined with blood streaming from his eyes, Gustav was greatly alarmed. But he quickly steadied himself and began channeling divine power.
Fortunately, it seemed the heart hadn’t completely stopped; faint pulses could be felt intermittently.
However, these were far…