Claudius opened his eyes that were covered with his own blood, and stared blankly at his teammate who was holding a bucket and preparing to pour it over his head. His throat was still swollen from the piercing sensation, making it extremely difficult for him to speak each word.
"Did you...save me?"
"I don't have that ability. It was the Saint Lady who saved you."
The knight in the same team poured out the bucket in his hand without hesitation, dispersing the strong blood smell around and washing Claudius's blood-stained face. After he finished everything, he smacked his lips in disapproval, knocked on the bottom of the empty bucket, and turned his back to shake his hand.
"Remember to thank the Saint. When she saved you, she didn't have the original scriptures."
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