Chapter 117: You’re Hurt
Lost in the dark forest.
Without moonlight, without any landmarks, and without her companion, Angel could only rely on her instincts to find her way out, to escape.
This was a trial.
She comforted herself with this thought.
After inhaling too much miasma and losing consciousness, her mind had wandered through the forest, her spirit seemingly separated from her body.
Whether it was a dream or a dying hallucination, she had seen many disheveled women in tattered clothes, their bodies withered, staring at her with eerie eyes, their hands seemingly casting spells…
Then, she had woken up, Little White biting her finger, the pain jolting her back to reality.
“The miasma is so thick.”
Angel grabbed some leaves, crushing them and stuffing them into her nostrils.
Although unsightly, it was somewhat effective, better than nothing.
“My body is numb, my legs feel weak, the miasma is slowly dulling my senses, but at the same time, my body seems to be adapting to it…”
Holy professions usually had divine protection, their faith granting them enhanced resistance, and combined with healing magic, they could provide support for an entire team in harsh environments.
But Angel’s rank was still low, her magic limited. Without faith, she couldn’t rely on her own strength to escape, only hoping that Lena would come and save her…
“Another burden for Lena, I’m so weak…”
Angel sighed dejectedly, crouching down to conserve her energy.
She had been in similar situations countless times.
The last time was when she had first met Lena, barging into the Falmouth mansion with Little White, as reckless as a child.
And then, she had been sold, only realizing it too late.
That night of passion, a night etched in Angel’s memory, the tearing pain and the lingering pleasure, unforgettable.
She had lost the most precious thing a girl possessed, taken by a cruel and ruthless devil, like a broken doll…
Her life was ruined.
“Devil, where are you…”
Angel buried her face in her hands, weeping softly.
She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t help it.
She was too weak, what could a rank two Priest do?
Nothing but cling to a powerful figure, offering support, casting healing spells from the back lines.
Without a higher rank, she was useless.
The battle she had intended to fight to prove her worth had been silently taken over by Lena.
In the end, Angel had achieved nothing, protected by the devil, unable to contribute…
She just didn’t want to rely on Lena.
Her pride wouldn’t allow it, a subtle defiance even Lena hadn’t noticed. Angel was simply being stubborn.
And she would finally realize this…
…
After a while, Angel finally calmed down, wiping away her tears and standing up, looking up at the thick white mist that had swallowed the moon. “It’s a beautiful night, with rain and wind, the forest looks so beautiful after the rain, the moon is full, but now, without the moonlight, I can’t see you, Lena.”
She reached out, tentatively touching the starry sky.
After three seconds, she recoiled, her hair standing on end, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
A dark figure fell from the sky, its head buried in the grass, its butt sticking up in the air, mud splattering everywhere.
“What was that?” Angel jumped, scrambling behind a tree to observe.
“Ouch…”
A groan came from the figure.
A person?
Or a monster?
Angel nervously clutched the tree bark, then picked up a small stone and threw it.
“Ow!”
The stone hit the exposed head, leaving a large bump.
The figure finally pulled their head out of the mud, their golden hair fanning out.
“Molly?!”
“Who’s calling me?”
The little bloodkin lolita was covered in dirt, her clothes torn, her body covered in scratches, as if she had just endured a brutal battle.
“Who? Who attacked me?! Damn it!!”
“…” Angel didn’t dare make a sound.
“Not coming out? Then show yourself!” Molly glared at a suspicious spot, where a girl’s skirt was faintly visible through the mist, but it couldn’t escape a bloodkin’s sharp eyes.
Angel had no choice but to emerge from behind the tree. Seeing Molly clutching her stomach, her face covered in blood, Angel apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the stone would hit you that hard, I apologize, I repent…”
She adopted her usual prayerful posture, hoping Molly would forgive her.
But Molly was clearly still angry. “You shouldn’t have hit me, I didn’t do anything to you! Ungrateful human!”
The bump on her head throbbed, but it paled in comparison to the gaping wound on her stomach.
As Angel’s prayer ended, the pain lessened slightly.
“You…”
“You’re seriously injured, you need to stop the bleeding.” Angel looked at the “blood-soaked” Molly, her eyes filled with pity.
“My Holy Light can only do so much, I’m sorry, but your wound can’t wait, you’ll bleed to death.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Molly stubbornly refused the human’s kindness.
In her eyes, Angel was deliberately trying to humiliate her. As a superior bloodkin, she would only accept help from her own kind, not a human!
“Trust me, I can help you…” Seeing Molly wince in pain, Angel sighed at her stubbornness, then tried a different approach. “To be honest, I’m also trapped in this miasma. I’m helping you for my own sake, I can’t get out of this forest alone, we can work together, temporarily…”
“If you dare lie to me, you’re dead, I swear!”
“Mm, don’t talk, let me stop the bleeding.”
She didn’t help Molly up, and Molly found a clean spot to sit down, her legs crossed elegantly.
“Where’s… uh, Lena?”
Molly finally remembered Lena’s name, asking casually, “Did she abandon you?”
Angel’s hand froze.
Molly chuckled coldly, a knowing look on her face. “Abandoning you in times of trouble, that’s typical human behavior. Don’t worry, just find another one.”
