"What? Still pretending…."
A weak voice completely unlike her previous relaxed demeanor sounded in the area which shook Crey. He chuckled a little as he stood up with little pain and glanced at Sylvia. When….
Crey abruptly dashed forward as he grabbed her. She had collapsed down almost immediately after saying her words. Fortunately, Crey grabbed her before she could fall head first to the ground.
"Oi, are you alright?"
"Tch, I am feeling dizzy, don't…. wake me up."
With these weak words, Slyvia in his arms slowly lost her consciousness, Crey secretly sighed as he applauded her strong willpower, by which she confronted Fleur calmly despite being this weak already. Apparently, she was barely holding herself from sinking into sleep under the effect of anesthetic poisoned bullets.
'What a mess! '
Crey thought as he lowered her to the ground gently while he sat beside her on the green ground.
