“May the god of Holy Light protect you.”
Warm Holy Light gathered at the fingertips of a priest dressed in a white robe, and soon enveloped Marshal Amut’s frostbitten leg.
The wounds on his bones that were corroded by the breath of the ice dragon could be seen. Under the healing of the Holy Light, they quickly regained their color.
“The inscriptions of the holy light system are only useful at this time,”Marshal Amut said as he gulped down another mouthful of strong wine.
“Being able to save lives is already the greatest miracle in the world,”the white-robed missionary said to Marshal Amut with a warm smile on his face.
“Thank you, Priest Odyssey. There are still many injured knights over there.”
Shier pointed at a tent that had been temporarily set up in the distance for the injured.
“It’s truly unfortunate to be attacked by a dragon that has lost its mind. Don’t worry, Prince Shier. With the protection of the god of Holy Light, no one will be harmed.”
