The Blood Fog dispersed.
Colin returned to his seat.
Walra was a third-class knight, based on Colin's previous experience of transforming Queen Isa, he presumed that initially hosting a bloodline of someone lower than oneself should not see a decrease in his rank.
Quietly sensing the changes within his body, aside from some weakness, there was indeed no reduction in his rank.
Relieved, Colin poured himself another glass of deer blood wine, sipping it while waiting for Walra to awaken.
Honestly, Walra's willing stance to atone for his sins through death had significantly moved Colin.
Facing such a knight committed to maintaining justice in his heart, Colin felt that he must slightly adjust his original plan.
After a while, just as Colin had almost devised a new plan, Walra finally awoke.
"I... I didn't die?"
Walra sat up straight, saw the sword still inserted in his chest, a bewildered look crossed his face.
