"The damage and authority of the Sword of Vengeance are compatible and can be transferred through 'sacrifice,' but only if she's willing," responded the Goddess of Vengeance.
"If she's not willing, we'll all die. Don't worry about it, just try!" Aiden strained to say.
With the body of a magical beast, Lamia's vitality was much more tenacious than that of an ordinary person. Even with the same injuries, the risks she assumed were significantly less.
As long as the wound on his throat healed, he would be able to speak the divine words.
"Alright, then..."
Meanwhile, Lamia felt a will forcefully injected into her mind, a request made to her: bear my injuries for me.
"You imp?" Lamia looked at Aiden in surprise.
Somehow, she could clearly sense that this will came from Aiden.
She was surprised not so much by the content of the request as by the fact that Aiden could actually do this.
