The Death of Guramo, True Worries

Clang!

At the sight of Guramo's frenzied state, Bertad's gaze turned cold. He drew his bronze sword in an instant and held it slanted in front of His Highness. The sharp bronze blade was less than a meter from Guramo; with a single diagonal slash, he could sever the outstretched arm!

"Hehehe... Holy Water, give me Holy Water!"

Guramo seemed utterly unaware. He stared fixedly at Xolotl's royal robe, pupils dilated, eyes muddy, hissing low through his mouth, even drool spilling uncontrollably from his lips.

"Hmm?"

Xolotl frowned. He looked at Guramo's arms, which were covered in bloody scratch marks. Then he looked at Guramo's legs and feet, likewise covered in all kinds of clawed welts. After that, he stared solemnly into Guramo's eyes and asked him, word by word, "Guramo, do you still recognize me?"

"Hehehe... Holy Water, give me Holy Water."

Hearing the question beside his ear, Guramo giggled foolishly, his expression growing ever more deranged. Suddenly, he bent sharply at the waist, braced both hands against the ground, and with a puff, lunged rapidly at Xolotl.

"Give me... give me Holy Water!"

"Die!"

Bertad's expression was icy. With a forceful swing of his arm, the bronze sword chopped down straight toward Guramo's head. He detested Guramo's planned assassination to the bone, and now, striking in fury, his weapon even carried the sound of wind, almost about to cleave the man in two with one blow.

"Don't kill him yet!"

Xolotl took a step back and shouted in a low voice. The Bronze Sword in Bertad's hand immediately turned, and with its edgeless side, met Guramo's head and slapped down hard.

Bang!

"Ah..."

Guramo suffered the heavy blow, gave a muffled grunt, and fell backward to the ground.

"Your Highness, let me."

Nashu stepped forward twice, her two