I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

Lucia and Diana turned toward Seren—so did Ian. Since he was walking right alongside Moro, Seren's head was actually closest to him.

"Ugh... nnngh..."

Thanks to that, Ian heard the faint groan threading through the tangled hair loud and clear.

Talk about perfect timing.

Clicking his tongue softly, Ian shrugged slightly. "We'll finish this later."

Lucia, who had also turned her gaze back to him, nodded slightly. She looked faintly disappointed—clearly, there was more she wanted to say. However, whatever remained couldn't be discussed before Seren.

Leaning forward as if to brush away lingering regret, Lucia whispered, "Sir Seren. Can you hear me? If you can, please say something."

"I... I hear..." Seren barely replied before releasing another groan-laced breath. She slowly turned her face, which had been buried against Moro's armor.

Through dark blue hair strands, a pointed horn's curve and her pale, drawn features came into view. Her eyes were still too weak to open fully.

"I hear you... Priestess..."

But she was conscious, at least.