Blood constantly dripped onto the rose petals

Lancelot: Huu... Huu... Huu...

Can't move... my hand...

so this... is what pain feels like Death silently awakend as he went on,His breath became lighter and lighter,like a feather floating in the wind...

Lancelot: is this an angel?

so beautiful...

Oddet: I think its talking to me...

so tired...

Lancelot: Just take me away...