Thus, while the individuals from the allied forces dwelled in their own thoughts and cleaned up after their recent battle, the people on Steelwall’s side also got to work.

“Please get us some bandages!” Lubella’s pure white clothes that symbolized her Saintess status had been dirtied by blood and dirt a long time ago, not leaving a trace of their previous sacredness. It was the same for her face. Her hands were soaked with blood while her dainty face was blotted with red. Her hair which fell down like a waterfall was also in the same state. If anyone saw her, they would have misunderstood her to be one of the wounded.

Even a random homeless person wandering in a downtown market would have looked cleaner than her, but Lubella didn’t care a single bit about her appearance. As always, Weig was standing next to her. He would have usually maintained a distance while walking beside her, but it was different in this state of emergency.

Crunch!

“Ahhh!” The wounded person beneath him screamed and turned his body, but Weig used his other leg and pressed down on the patient harder.

Crunch! Another chilling...