Maggie was already very weak, and when she was thrown like that, her mind went blank and even started buzzing. For a moment, she didn't understand what Ficklin meant.
What's he babbling about? Wait, what's he doing here?
Maggie thought to herself, feeling dizzy.
Maggie barely snapped out of it when the angry, irritable voice rang in her ears again.
"Why did you have to come to this godforsaken place and leave me in that weird, crazy place where everyone is acting strangely? You almost killed my savior! I'm going to be driven crazy by you."
Ficklin's enormous dragon claw slammed down on the city wall, causing it to shake and dust to fall. Charles, who was standing by the wall, trembled in fright.
Such a huge dragon appeared out of nowhere, crushing a group of demons as soon as it appeared, and even carrying away the Holy Maiden of Light. This is a big problem.
The saintess barely survived, and now they're being asked to snatch her from the dragon's clutches—that makes things much more difficult.
Charles couldn't hear Ficklin's angry telepathic message; only Maggie could, which led him to immediately conjure up all sorts of melodramatic scenarios of heroes fighting dragons and rescuing saintesses.
Fortunately, Maggie was completely unaware; otherwise, she might have spat out another mouthful of blood on the spot.
In modern times, no one would even watch such a corny and outdated plot.
The three unlucky souls, who hadn't been caught by anyone, retreated from the monster horde in a disheveled state and returned to the paladin's defensive line, running towards the city wall without a word.
They all recognized who Ficklin was; they had met him before at the Temple of Light.
Although they were furious that they hadn't brought Maggie back themselves, they were all relieved that Ficklin had managed to save her at the crucial moment.
The moment Maggie stepped off the dragon's back, she was met with four pairs of eyes of different colors, two of which had non-human vertical pupils. Just looking at them made her feel like she was being stared at by monsters, sending chills down her spine.
She felt weak and wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest.
Everyone else had their reservations, but Nesser didn't. He rushed to Maggie in two steps, reaching out to hug her as he used to, but seeing the blood all over her body, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.
"Didn't my sister say everything was alright? Why did it turn out like this? We're not going back to the Green Forest. I don't want you to be in danger again."
Nesser pouted, his eyes brimming with tears, almost bursting into tears on the spot, but he had to force himself to hold them back because there were so many people around.
But as she held it in, her eyes and nose turned red, making her look not only cuter but also more endearing.
"I'm not lying to you, I'm really fine."
Maggie was panting, her throat full of blood and foam, but her body had been mostly restored by the potion.
With Lilia off her back, Ficklin relaxed, and the expensive potion she had bought was surprisingly effective, repairing most of her internal organs in a short time. She was only scary-looking now.
Nesser's expression changed instantly when he saw the blood foam spilling from Maggie's mouth.
"Stop talking, I won't ask anymore. Quick, where is the priest? My sister needs treatment!"
His tone was anxious, and his eyes searched his surroundings nervously, eager to find someone who could cure Maggie.
"I'm really fine. Look, the barrier is still there, isn't it? If I were seriously injured or dead, the barrier would have broken long ago."
Maggie was very patient with the anxious and worried child, explaining and comforting him as she went.
It wasn't her fault that she frightened Nesser.
This kind of thing will definitely leave a psychological scar on a child, so she has to find a way to put Nesser at ease.
"You...don't do this again next time."
Hearing Harlan's complex voice, Maggie looked in the direction of the sound and saw a battle-damaged version of Harlan that she might never see again in her life.
That unfortunate God of Light is a germaphobe; he's still standing here without taking a bath!?
Maggie's thought process is quite unique; this was the first thing that came to mind.
She didn't even notice that Harlan hadn't used honorifics with her.
"This was an accident."
Maggie never hesitates to lie.
As long as she doesn't admit it, this is an unexpected event, even if she deliberately orchestrated it.
Of course, whether Harun will believe her is another matter.
Maggie also knew very well that Harlan was a shrewd person, and he might even have guessed that this was part of her plan.
Perkin didn't say a word the whole time, but just stared at Maggie with a stubborn look in his eyes, scanning her up and down several times to check the injuries on her body.
In his eyes, Maggie was a pampered noblewoman; how could she be covered in blood?
She should always remain high above everyone else and never fall from her pedestal.
Perhaps it was because Perkin's gaze was too intense that even without him speaking, Maggie accurately received his thoughts and signals. Her snake-like eyes shrank to needle-like size, and she might be suppressing a strong killing intent in her heart.
"You are not allowed to do anything reckless."
Maggie slightly lowered the corners of her mouth, issuing a warning to Perkin.
Regardless, he is the God of Darkness, the most difficult guy to suppress, and can only be dealt with by forceful means.
"Um."
After a long pause, Perkin slowly nodded, but the gloomy aura around him did not dissipate, meaning that although he agreed verbally, he still had other thoughts in his mind.
"..."
Maggie was speechless.
As they spoke, the potion's last bit of effect finally took effect, and Maggie's internal and external injuries were almost healed. Apart from looking a bit terrifying because she was covered in blood, she looked no different from usual.
"Commander Charles, I'm going to rest now."
Maggie estimated that if Ficklin also joined the battle, the outcome of the city defense battle would be a foregone conclusion.
All the high-level monsters have been eliminated, leaving only low-level monsters in disarray. If Charles can't even defend the city, then even if Maggie dies, she'll crawl out of her coffin and curse him for three days and three nights.
Charles was taken aback when his name was called out. He was stunned at first, then nodded vigorously, as if afraid that being a second late would upset Maggie.
"Ficklin, you stay and help him, I'm going to sleep."
Maggie turned to the dragon, whose expression looked rather foolish, and said...
"?"
Ficklinlong's face was full of question marks, as if to say, 'Why should I help him?'
"This is my mission. If the city falls, I'll be in big trouble."
Maggie explained sincerely.
"Alright then, I can help him, but please don't do anything so dangerous again, I was almost scared to death."
Ficklin was a noble dragon, and he disdained associating with humans, but he still agreed.
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