Dawn broke.
The armored soldiers cleaned up the battlefield.
Lothar rolled up Prajna's sleeve and looked at the scorched, curled skin beneath it. With some heartache, he said, "Let me bandage it for you."
Prajna shook her head, placed a hand on her arm, and gently rubbed.
A layer of skin peeled away, revealing fresh, tender skin beneath, as pale and smooth as a newborn's.
Seeing Lothar's astonished expression, Prajna's lips curled faintly upward.
"I'm fine. Go do what you need to do."
Seeing Prajna's rare smile, Lothar unconsciously reached out, pressed her cheek, and gave it a gentle squeeze, revealing her cute little fangs.
Prajna's appearance made it easy to overlook her actual role.
"Thank you. Without you, I don't know how many times I would have died already."
He thanked her sincerely.
"N-no need to be so polite."
Somewhat unaccustomed to it, she raised her hand to move Lothar's away, but stopped halfway. "Go quickly. Protecting you is my inborn duty."
Lothar nodded deeply, then led the soldiers to begin confiscating the bandit camp's spoils.
The bandits who had laid down their weapons were tied together in a long line.
The Winged Hussar guarding them called out loudly, "Our Lord is a holy man beloved by the Heavenly Father. Since he has promised not to harm your lives, he will not break this sacred oath. As long as you behave yourselves, every one of you will live!"
Some armored soldiers searched corpses, while others overturned chests and crates in search of wealth.
There had been very few casualties in last night's battle. That was the effect of Darkvision.
The power of spellcasting retainers was clear to see.
At that moment, someone shouted, "My Lord, I found their treasury!"
Captured spoils belonged to the individual.
But when Lothar spoke