Chapter 335: Come Eat Some Roast Meat!
Celia didn't say anything more; she just gently squeezed his hand back.
“Mm, I've always believed in you.”
“It's time to go back to sleep.” Ansu stared at her cheek, which looked slightly pale under the moonlight. “You need to get plenty of rest.”
During these days of travel, Celia had barely stopped for a single moment.
During the day, she would search through documents in the carriage while on the march, and at night, she researched endlessly, trying to analyze this Crimson Plague while constantly improving the formula for the inhibiting serum.
But this state of anxiety made it very easy for the Crimson Plague to take advantage of her weakness and erode her sanity.
Whether out of logic or emotion, he couldn't let Celia stay up any longer.
If anyone else was affected by the Crimson Plague, they could still suppress it, but if Celia were affected, there wasn't a single person in the entire camp who could defeat her...
Once Miss Witch completely lost control under mental pollution, it would be equivalent to collective suicide.