"Father?" said Pelloth, and Aaron's face looked the same as it had when he had fought against his mother.
''It's because of me,'' Aaron said again, his gaze darkening.
"It's because of me.''
''Because of me.''
Aaron was looking at Pule's body on the ground, fortunately Pule was still alive, but he was badly injured. The cuts on his arms and legs were not superficial at all, on the contrary, each of them was deep enough to show the bone, even Aaron was shaking.
''Pule.....'' said Adara, still crying over his body.
Aaron quickly opened his inventory and then took out Qilin's Tear, then got down on his knees and tried to drink it to Pule, who opened his eyes only slightly from the pain.
''My lord...'' Pule said, realising even with his short sight that what Aaron was trying to give him was very precious.
