Wonderstein moved slowly, each step sending a sharp pain coursing up his thigh from the injured leg making contact with the ground.
Still, he managed to smile, thanks to the 'smiling man' trait.
Ivanenko, watching the limping figure, cautiously approached him.
"Are you okay?" His tone had become exceedingly polite.
The man, despite suffering such a serious injury, had not once furrowed his brow. Not only did he forgive his assailant, but he also provided treatment.
Even Ivanenko, who had been dismissive of priests in general, couldn't help but be moved by Wonderstein's self-sacrificing character, truly demure.
He glanced at Wonderstein's trousers, stained with blood.
Though the bleeding had stopped, just looking at the amount of blood shed so far, it wouldn't be surprising if he collapsed from excessive bleeding any moment now.
Wonderstein smiled to reassure him.
"I'm fine. Let's go take care of these people."
