Blake Fuller glanced at Alison Morrison, although her wound had been temporarily treated, moving would still accelerate the spread of the poison.
He adjusted his glasses and calmly looked at Claud Stuart, "You carry her down the mountain."
Taken aback by his sudden nomination, Claud glanced at Alison, then at the others, silently wondering.
Why, out of everyone here, was he the one chosen?
Caroline Edwin rolled up her sleeves. "I'll do it."
Seeing her volunteer, Claud, who had been hesitant, immediately squatted down and patted his back. "Come on, get on, don't dawdle."
How could a lady of her stature stoop to this level?
"...Thank you."
Alison climbed onto Claud's back, her face still deathly pale. She wasn't her usual domineering self and instead looked pitiful.
She reached into her pocket and realized that the rune that was originally there had disappeared.
Upon realizing this, her already pale face turned even paler, and she swallowed her grievance.
