"NOOOOOOO!!!" I heard someone scream.
I sharply turned in the direction of the sound and found out that it had come a short distance to my right.
It belonged to a golden-haired man who had picked up the bloodied corpse of another golden-haired boy.
"K-Kuzon, please. Not you. Please... I-It can't be... n-not you... I c-can't lose you too... hicc..."
The man who was crying and sobbing endlessly was Kido Midas, Kuzon's uncle, though you'd think he was his father or something based on how devastated he was acting.
Kuzon had always been so harsh and cold towards him, yet the man had remained warm and kind to him.
'His death must be taking a heavy emotional toll on him. I can't bear to see Kido in anguish.'
It seems that the best course of action was to revive Kuzon, and pretty much any other person who had died on the battlefield.
I owed them that much.
"[The Hanged Man]. [The Magician]. [Spellcraft]."
