"He's injured," a man with a beard spoke in a low voice.
"The wound is infected."
"Injured? How did it happen?" A blonde-haired girl walked over, standing beside the injured man, curious.
"Why isn't he shouting in pain? Why can't he move?" She pushed him.
A smile appeared on the face of the bearded man. "His wound got infected. Perhaps he's too weak now, temporarily unconscious. It seems he can't hold on much longer."
"Is he going to die?" The worried girl asked.
"Maybe."
"Then, let's save him."
The petite girl insisted, "We're almost reaching Lennon City anyway."
"This... I'm afraid not... Lord Caden won't agree." The reluctant bearded man said.
The nobleman and his wife approached.
"This person has an unclear background, and if it's a trap or something troublesome..." The soft-spoken man continued, "Plus, he's injured. If he's injured in a place like this, it's very likely his enemies are not far away. If we save him, we might bring trouble upon ourselves."
"But, father..." The girl wanted to say something else.
"If I say no, then it's no!" The man spoke with seriousness. "Alright, Avrile, get back to the carriage."
"But, father, we encountered an injured person on the road in the deep mountains and wilderness. If we rescue him, and later find out that he is a prince of some country, and then... and then..." The lively girl argued.
"Aren't princes and princesses not always good people?"
"You... you've read too many fairy tales..." The adults exchanged glances, their faces hard to read.
Mrs. spoke, "Alright, Avrile, let's get back to the carriage and continue our journey. Don't delay any longer."
"No!" The girl flatly refused.
The nobleman didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Where do you find so many princes and princesses lying on the road for you to rescue? Be obedient and listen to me."
"If you don't save him, I'll go save him myself." The stubborn girl declared.
The three adults were helpless.
Ten minutes later...
Two carriages left with two black horses following behind.
In one of the carriages:
Angelet slowly opened his eyes.
"Where is this?"
Two armored knights surrounded him.
The blonde girl, Avrile, sat next to him, holding a sword and looking curiously at him.
"You were lying motionless on the road, and I saved you," she said, as if to say, "Thank me now."
"Oh, is that so?" Angelet smiled.
"Thank you very much."
In reality, Angelet had never been unconscious; he could clearly sense everything around him. It's just that he was walking alone, suddenly got a fever, so he lay down to rest. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he found he couldn't move. He felt weak all over, and his body was burning.
At this moment, two carriages happened to pass by.
Angelet could hear Avrile talking to her parents.
Unfortunately, he couldn't move his body.
Previously seriously injured, combined with infection, the temperature in the forest fluctuated, making Angelet, who lacked medicine, helpless even with a chip.
Although he seemed to be walking on a less-traveled path, every time he encountered a passing carriage, no one extended a helping hand, and no one wanted to cause trouble.
And Avrile's carriage was the third opportunity.
At first, Angelet had no hope, but unexpectedly, he was rescued.
Upon waking up, he looked at the innocent and happy face of the girl. Angelet smiled and said, "Actually, carriages passed by a few times before, but no one was willing to get off to help me. Only a kind and beautiful princess like you could save a stranger like me."
The blonde girl felt a bit proud, her face slightly flushed.
"In fact, I'm not as good as you say." Her cheeks blushed slightly.
Angelet chatted with this eleven or twelve-year-old girl for a while. Feeling physically exhausted, he looked a bit sleepy.
Avrile immediately noticed.
"You're injured, infected, and feverish. I won't say much. Rest well." She tactfully understood, stood up, and left the carriage with the two knights.
The curtain dropped. The horse carriage quickly returned to normal.
Angelet lay on the mattress, taking a deep breath with a tired expression.
"Check the current situation."
"The host has been infected with an unidentified bacterial origin, controlled by effective medications. A new cold virus has invaded the body, causing extreme weakness. The expected recovery time is 5 days and 14 hours."
"So, when can I move?" Angelet worried about this issue because only when he could move on his own would he have basic personal safety. His body was weak now, and even a slight movement felt feeble, not to mention holding a weapon. This made him feel unsafe.
"Under the premise of ensuring food and rest, the initial estimate is 41 hours and 23 minutes for recovery," the chip promptly provided the time.
"So long..." Angelet sighed helplessly.
"A triple-attribute student can end up like this. Anyway, I'm still too weak..." He slowly fell into contemplation.
Not long after, the horse carriage left.
Where Angelet had just laid, a graceful female fox stepped out of the forest, bowing down to smell the place where Angelet had rested.
With a fluttering sound, a snow-white owl descended from the tree and stood firmly on a branch. Its feathers were as white as snow, but its eyes were as black as the night.
"Witch Renee, this is the monitoring range of the tracking technique," the owl spoke with the voice of an old man.
The voice was that of an elderly man.
The female fox walked in a circle on the ground, looking up at the owl. It could even speak.
"Based on his residual aura, he's probably a low-level disciple who fled here. Killing Bahamut was probably just luck. Because we can't catch up, forget it. As long as he doesn't affect the overall situation."
"So be it. As long as he doesn't break the agreement of Grimm Palace. Catherine's people have arrived at the agreed location, and we can't let Ramsouda's main force leave safely."
"I heard news from Acrylic. Liliada is starting to build a new scene, right?"
"Correct. We must quickly assist the Northland Alliance in resolving the battle. I suspect Liliada is alert. Some witches have also come from Santiago."
"Time to make the Shadow gem ours this time!! No matter who comes, we won't let it happen!" The black eyes of the female fox glowed with a bloody red light.
...
At night, the two crescent moons overlapped and hung suspended in the night sky.
The clouds around were tinted with the moon's white color.
A few stars faintly shone amidst the thick clouds.