Franca's figure swiftly emerged from the darkness nearby. She supported Lumian-na, whose flames had dimmed somewhat, her voice filled with indescribable panic. "Can you hold on? I'll ask Madam Judgment for help. She should have a way to save you-why didn't you use a Magic Mirror Substitute? It would've been fine to let him escape!"
Franca knew a Witch's powers of recovery better than anyone. Although she had no idea why Lumian-na was covered in flames that only a Pyromaniac could produce, with injuries like these, even a Witch and a Pyromaniac combined wouldn't survive more than a few hours.
Only after several minutes did Jenna finally run over, struggling to carry the gleaming golden blade case. The instant she saw Lumian-na, she became flustered as well and instinctively turned to Franca. "Is-is she all right?"
Franca didn't answer. Gritting her teeth, she was about to search herself for the Judgment card when Lumian-na caught her wrist with her burning left hand.
The flames burned against Franca's wrist through Lumian-na's palm, but the pain of the burns rapidly faded.
"Don't panic."
Lumian-na spoke in a low, hoarse voice. With her throat scorched by the flames, she actually sounded a little like her old self before changing sex. "I have a way-there's no need to rush to ask for help."
The next moment, before Franca and Jenna's eyes, Lumian-na slowly extended both hands and passed them over her body, little by little, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.
As her hands passed over her, the horrific injuries on her body gradually smoothed away. Even her clothes were restored. The flames blazed a little brighter, turning her into something like a torch.
This- At the sight of this miraculous scene, a glint of astonishment appeared in