Chapter 166
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“…Robert.”
There was no reply. Adele, her trembling hand reaching for his limp body slumped against her shoulder, moved her lips at the warmth she felt.
It was still warm, but it was growing cold. Why—why? How could this be?
“Robert.”
Her hand, touching his back, came away covered in blood. Robert was there, in a world painted crimson.
His back pierced, his chest pierced by the mana blast from moments ago. Adele stared blankly at the wound, her eyes slowly beginning to tremble.
He was dead—no, that couldn’t be. He had said it would be nothing. He had always returned unharmed whenever she thought he was dead. He would be fine this time too, Adele thought, slowly lifting Robert.
He was like a puppet with its strings cut. He must have fainted. He always went limp like this when he was exhausted.