"...nnngh...!"
Zoemi's legs were shaking when he bent down for his shirt and vest, he knew that if he sat down he wouldn't be able to stand back up so he supported himself against the wooden pole.
When he grabbed his clothes a few drops of blood ran down his outstretched hand and dropped from his back staining the white fabric.
...I'll have to wash them later... blood stains are... hard to... clean...|
The black-haired boy thought to himself and put everything on - he couldn't button up his shirt at all so he left it like that.
"..."
Zoemi looked at his useless hands and realized that he still had the bracelets on.
If he left like this, the second prince might accuse him of attempting to steal the precious artifact...
"..."
The boy barely holding on to his life turned around and slowly walked towards Surou.
"..."
"!!!!"
Standing before the blue-haired prince the attendant bowed his head and extended his arms.
"My prince..."
He spoke weakly.
