Stray

The space rift closed behind the four of them cutting off the army, wailing, and air full of burning smell on the other side.

The evening breeze in the woods was warm and pleasant, and insects chirped on the grass. The woods here weren’t dense, and the bushes had obvious traces of people coming and going. Looking down from the gentle slope, a small town was flashing lights not far away, showing a quiet and peaceful scene.

“This is…?”

After a long hesitation, the young girl among the group of four spoke.

“We’re still in Walden.” Nemo carefully placed Oliver on the thick grass and used magic to clean up his bloodstains and dirt from his body. “Don’t worry. I didn’t take the two of you out of the border.”

He sat down as he spoke, put Oliver’s head on his thigh, and used abyssal magic to carefully repair the Oliver’s withered and damaged internal organs. Nemo wanted to remove those terrible scars so that the dull pain on his chest could stop for a while, but Oliver seemed to want to keep them, so he had to carefully avoided the scar, treat the ulceration and infection of the wounds, and let it quickly scab.

The armor of the Knight of Silence had sharp, sleek lines and dark metal fasted tightly together, making the missing piece of armor on Oliver’s left wrist particularly conspicuous. Nemo gently turned over the wrist and stared at the engraving made of scars.

He let out a small sigh, brushed aside Oliver’s clean light brown hair, then leaned down and branded a kiss on his forehead.

“What are you two going to do next?” As if to force himself to divert his attention, Nemo finally turned his head. “Where do you want to go, or…”