"Hmm?"
Seeing Theresia swing her sword, Reinhard, who had been about to rush over, suddenly froze. "Wait, that sword-swinging stance..."
But before he could think any further.
Felt cried out in alarm and hurriedly ran toward the fallen assassin.
Yes, only now did she see the man's face clearly. He was no assassin at all. He was Old Man Rom, who had always taken care of her.
"Old Man Rom? Old Man Rom!"
Seeing him lying in a pool of blood, Felt panicked and rushed over to call out to him twice.
But he seemed to have already fallen unconscious from his severe injuries. No matter how she called, she could not wake him, and blood was still spurting wildly from his wound, as though it simply would not stop.
"This... that was Old Man Rom?"
Emilia had clearly recognized him as well and could not help looking surprised.
"Huh? You know him?"
Now it was Theresia's turn to be confused. She asked in a fluster, "I... did I attack the wrong target? He wasn't an assassin?"
"I think there might be some misunderstanding here."
Because the situation was complicated, Emilia found it difficult to explain things clearly. She only gave a hasty explanation before she leaned down and squatted beside him. Under Felt's anxious, pleading gaze, she raised her hand and cast healing magic, intending to stop Old Man Rom's bleeding first.
But strangely enough.
Emilia's healing magic seemed to have failed.
That gruesome wound, deep enough to expose bone, continued bleeding without pause. There was not the slightest sign that it intended to heal.
"This..."
Emilia looked at the scene in confusion. "What's going on?"
"This is why I did not want to wield a sword." Theresia said with guilt and self-reproach. "Those wounded by my blade cannot