A Fallen Maiden

The Fallen Maiden

At the same time, Cu Chulainn returned to his Throne of Heroes.

"You worked hard, little Cu."

Looking at Cu Chulainn, whose entire body was covered in wounds, Medb, whip in hand, felt no heartache at all. Instead, she was strangely excited, as if Cu Chulainn looked wild and utterly fascinating in this state.

Of course...

"The other wounds are one thing, but the wound to your heart isn't something to joke about. Your Spirit Core almost shattered. No matter how much little Cu can endure, he'll still die if his Spirit Core breaks, you know?"

Medb said this with a beaming smile, not worried in the slightest that Cu Chulainn might actually die.

In truth, Cu Chulainn's face was utterly indifferent to the wounds on his own body. He did not care at all.

"My Spirit Core is fine. My heart was merely pierced. If not for the curse of Gae Bolg, a wound of this degree would have healed long ago."

Cu Chulainn spoke coldly.

"It's fine, little Cu. Even the curse of the demonic spear can certainly be removed as long as we have the Holy Grail. Little Cu doesn't need to worry at all. Leave it to me—to Queen Medb."

Medb declared this cheerfully, making Cu Chulainn nod as well.

"If it can be healed, then hurry up and do it."

Cu Chulainn spoke as if he were discussing someone else's affairs, his tone unchanged from beginning to end.

There was nothing that could be done about that.

How badly he was injured and how much pain he was in had never been something Cu Chulainn cared about.

There was only one thing Cu Chulainn cared about.

"Those guys will be attacking soon. If this curse is still there by then, it'll be