"Jemia! What happened to you!?" In the town of Shreveport, a man spotted Jemia clutching his stomach and staggering unsteadily. He cried out in alarm and hurried over.
"Uh..." Jemia forced out a smile and waved at the man. "Orenz, I'm fine..."
"You're hurt?" The man named Orenz anxiously examined the blood on Jemia's body and moved to support him. "I heard a huge noise coming from outside town just now. Are there enemies?"
"Don't worry, I already... Urgh—" Jemia tried to put on a dashing smile, but the excruciating pain shooting through his abdomen only made his already unhandsome face look even worse.
"Hey, someone get over here! Jemia's hurt!" Orenz ran off and shouted at the others.
"Hey! Orenz—Pwah!" Startled, Jemia reached out to stop Orenz, but the motion pulled at the massive wound in his chest and abdomen. A violent burst of pain struck him, and his huge body dropped to its knees as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"What!? Jemia's hurt!?"
"Doctor, we need a doctor!... Oh, shit! We don't have a doctor at all!"
"Quick, how many bandages do we have left? Bring them all over!"
The town entrance instantly erupted into chaos. Everyone crowded around Jemia in concern, while some brought bandages, intending to dress his wounds.
"Mmph..." Jemia wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed himself with one hand, and sat on the ground. His other hand remained pressed over the bone plate on his abdomen.
Mori Nagayoshi's strength had reached a terrifying level. If any other Servant had been standing where Jemia was, they would likely have been forced out already. Even with the bone plate helping absorb the damage, Jemia's chest and abdomen had been torn open by those two spear thrusts in a massive cross-shaped