This was a tragedy.
Because of a misunderstanding that arose from who knows where, those who should have been conversing cheerfully had no choice but to draw swords against each other until one side was completely annihilated.
Every soldier who was still alive drank potions for healing as quickly as possible.
But there were those whose wounds, even when healed, left them unable to wield a sword again, including Riff.
His injuries were extremely severe; his internal organs had been nearly pierced through by arrows; his body's sheer willpower had allowed him to hold on until now. Lind couldn't help but laugh when he saw Riff, for with his tenacious will, he had succeeded in surviving.
"I will have you take up the sword again," Lind said, patting Riff's shoulder, "It's just the strength of a Great Knight that's gone, after all. Are you interested in learning magic? I could have Dome teach you."
