"Who,"
Having been pierced through the abdomen by a single strike, Aurora had undoubtedly entered a critically injured state. The incessant loss of blood from her abdomen and the nearly depleted fighting spirit within her body caused the Marchioness to become extremely weak, and her consciousness began to blur.
Her vision also grew murky.
But, even so,
Upon seeing the all too familiar pink silhouette before her, Aurora couldn't help but reveal a worried expression and instinctively raised her right hand, trying to grasp the longsword beside her once more.
"Xia'er... Hurry... Run..."
Gasping for breath and in a state of severe injury with unclear consciousness, Aurora still instinctively wanted to protect her granddaughter.
And after hearing these words,
The pink-haired girl in front of her slowly crouched down.
