Chapter 95
At the sight of Harold, the young girl's eyes widened in recognition, confusion, and fear. She seemed to struggle to speak, her words faltering in her clear distress. Finally, she managed to utter the word "brother" in a tone suggesting she knew him.
Harold was puzzled. This small, adorable, and pitiful girl was not someone he remembered. Despite her frail appearance, she gripped his wrist with surprising strength, desperately pulling herself up.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Harold asked, but the girl's eyes, filled with earnestness, did not respond directly. Instead, she spoke urgently, as if in a dramatic scene from a play, and released her grip. A bright white light began to emanate from her hand.
"Please, take this... It's very important," she urged, holding out what appeared to be an indescribable, almost abstract substance, floating weightlessly above her palm.
"What is this? And why are you giving it to me?" Harold asked, perplexed. The girl, having seemingly completed her mission, allowed herself to succumb to exhaustion and closed her eyes peacefully, whispering something inaudible as she fainted.
"Hey, kid! Kid! Wake up!" Harold tried to rouse her, alarmed by her injuries. The severity of her condition made him fear the worst. Fortunately, the young girl was still breathing, merely exhausted and having fainted. Harold, concerned, gently lifted her in his arms, deciding to take her to the hospital despite not knowing her identity or what had transpired.
Despite her fragile appearance, she was heavier than expected, likely due to her racial characteristics. Harold wondered who she was and what circumstances led her to this state.
A few hours earlier, at the gathering of gods at the academy, the deities were preparing to return to their respective domains after discussing the recent events. During this time, they exchanged updates and well-wishes, a rare occasion given their usual seclusion in their temples.
Morione, the Goddess of Destiny, was particularly happy and proud of her knight's significant involvement in the recent events. Another god complimented her on having such an excellent follower.