But Fan couldn't stop her from screaming.
Unfortunately, Alphonse did not respond for a long time. Exhausted from shouting, the girl knelt on the ground in a daze, silent, only sobbing softly.
Fan bent down to carefully examine the pool of blood left by the injured man.
Dark brown blood seeped into the melting snow on the ground. The original blood also looked slightly different, mixed with two distinctly different colors.
It seems that this strange pool of blood contains not only human blood, but also the blood of another creature, which is very likely a demon.
He then shifted his gaze to the edge of the cliff, where the mottled bloodstains stretched all the way to the edge before disappearing. Now, Fan could basically guess what had happened.
“Priscilla, the boy you mentioned... must have fought with a monster and suffered serious injuries. I guess... he probably fell off the cliff... It's a pity, his chances of survival are slim.”
Priscilla nestled into Van's arms and wept uncontrollably.
She must have realized this fact long ago, but she just didn't want to admit it. Fan thought to himself, while also feeling sorry for that unfortunate boy.
"As the old saying goes, 'Lucky people are blessed by the gods.' We can only pray that he'll be blessed with good fortune. Take care of your injuries first, and we'll search for this boy again another day."
Priscilla's turbulent emotions calmed down slightly, she nodded gently, and then fainted in his arms.
In the Kingdom of Valentino, in the year 123 of the Alchemy Calendar—the year the two met, became acquainted, embarked on adventures together, and eventually parted ways—Alphonse was eighteen and Priscilla was nineteen.
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