There was no time for me to react and help Match. So I placed her behind my back and carried the little girl to the carriage.
She weighed like a feather, and her breath became weak. Although Match was still a growing little girl, she had the heart of a warrior. Seeing her right now made me worried. My expression gave me away.
"I told you to stay, Match," I whispered while shaking my head. "I do not want you to be involved in this."
I did not want her to be a part in my revenge. She needed to stay away as far as possible in the war, but here she was, resting in my hands.
If this girl had not come for me, I would have died from the blast. It was thanks to Match that I made it out alive. But with the cause of her blazed arms.
Match drove the carriage all by herself. No kid could actually have done it, but she did. Match was courageous enough to operate the cart. It may be with the help of her system, but it still was a chivalrous feat from her side.
