“Hmm?” Castorice, who was walking alone in the wilderness, heard the shouting coming with the wind in front, and couldn’t help but be stunned.
Looking up, she saw a young man in strange blue and white striped clothes running with all his might.
“Sir, please get behind me.
Leave those wolves to me.” Without reaching out to stop Gwyn, Castorice sidestepped the sprinting Gwyn, gave a command, and dark power surged in her palm.
Although Castorice did not like this power that was born with her and could only bring death, since it was to save someone now, it didn’t matter.
“Don’t be impulsive, that’s a pack of wolves!” The words spoken by the strange female voice seemed very confident, which moved Gwyn.
He slowed his pace slightly but did not stop, while advising.
A young girl who looked less strong than him wants to deal with starving wolves…
In Amphoreus, if it were a Chrysos Heirs, it would really be possible.
While slowing down and running, Gwyn looked back, wanting to see if this passerby lady was really a formidable Chrysos Heirs— His current body was basically a one-to-one replica of reality.
With his body state severely eroded by Honkai Energy, he couldn’t run far even if he wanted to.
Then, Gwyn saw a mass of black liquid extending from the hands of the hooded person, instantly turning into a scythe that seemed to carry the taste of death…
“Scythe?
Castorice?” Gwyn’s running footsteps stopped abruptly, and he stumbled, almost falling directly.
But Gwyn couldn’t care about that.
He steadied his figure and turned to look, only to see several blurry wolf shadows having already rushed to the side of the hooded person.
Although his nearsightedness didn’t allow him to see very clearly, Gwyn could judge that those wolves had lost movement after coming into contact with the hooded person or the scythe in her hand.
“That’s it.
If this isn’t Castorice, then Aglaea is wearing the yellow-purple color scheme designed by Phainon.” Completely confirming the other party’s identity, Gwyn calmed his rapid breathing while slowly walking back.
“Thank you.
If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I would have become meat in the mouths of these guys by now.” Having only run a few steps, Gwyn soon returned to Castorice’s side, glanced at the starving wolves on the ground that had no signs of life, and looked again at the hooded person with her back to him— “Are you hurt?
I just saw a wolf bump into you.
If you were bitten by a wolf, you must treat the wound as soon as possible.” “?” Not expecting Gwyn to turn back to thank her, Castorice, who was silent because she had taken a few more lives, couldn’t help but be a little surprised— Ever since leaving Aidelia, which worshipped death, Castorice had been suffering from cold shoulders.
Everyone, upon seeing her touch-of-death ability, kept their distance from her.
Those like Gwyn who could come back to thank her were few, let alone asking if she was injured—it was good enough if they didn’t curse her to die quickly.
With complex emotions, Castorice turned around, looked at the strange young man behind her, and said softly: “You’re welcome.
I just did a little thing I could do.
They didn’t hurt me either.” “So amazing!” Gwyn gave a thumbs up without hesitation, then reached out and introduced himself, “Hello, my name is Gwyn, a guy who can only lie in a hospital bed.
I don’t know how I ended up in these mountains.
It’s nice to meet you.” “?” Listening to this unique self-introduction, a question mark could not help but appear in Castorice’s mind.
However, the Battle-Overseeing Saintess of Aidelia was not a talkative person.
She kept all her thoughts hidden within, merely taking a half-step back and explaining, “Hello, my name is Castorice, I am…
a person from Aidelia.
I am also very happy to meet you…
I am sorry, please forgive me for being unable to shake your hand…
These hands of mine…” Her gaze gradually lowered, and Castorice, subconsciously tucking her hands into her sleeves, looked at her own toes, her voice growing lower and lower.
“If it’s inconvenient, then let’s not shake hands.
People’s constitutions are all sorts of strange, and this is not your fault.” Gwyn retracted his hand very understandingly, “Take this strange illness I have, for instance; I’m basically useless, unable to lift anything or carry any weight.
If I hadn’t met you, I would have been caught and eaten by them before even reaching the bottom of the slope.
The doctors where I’m from were even planning to name the disease after me.” “This…” Castorice, who was just about to explain her special constitution, didn’t expect Gwyn to be so open-minded.
The gaze she directed at Gwyn couldn’t help but hold a bit more astonishment— “Could the city-state you…
reside in also worship the Death Titan Thanatos?” This long-lost calmness regarding death reminded Castorice of her long-missed homeland, Aidelia.
“Strictly speaking, I am a non-believer.” Gwyn shook his head, spread his hands, and smiled, “As for my attitude…
I’ve just come to terms with it— Everyone eventually dies.
Washing one’s face with tears all day long won’t delay the arrival of death; it will only hasten its footsteps.
Since that’s the case, why not be a little more optimistic?” “Hmm…” Castorice, who had thought she had met a fellow countryman in a foreign land, couldn’t help but blink upon hearing this.
The gaze she cast toward Gwyn carried a hint of surprise— Even in her homeland of Aidelia, not everyone possessed such an open-minded attitude.
“Your open-mindedness is admirable.” Castorice took another half-step back and bowed to Gwyn, performing an ancient Aidelian etiquette.
“It’s just that I have no choice but to be open-minded.
After all, if I really spent every day washing my face with tears, I’d probably be gone by now.” Gwyn smiled helplessly, but the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his body twitched unnaturally.
“Sir!” Castorice instantly sensed Gwyn’s abnormality.
She wanted to reach out to support him but forced herself to stop.
Thinking quickly, she used the bundle on her back as a barrier to support Gwyn and help him sit down on the ground slowly, “What’s wrong with you?
Is there anything I can do?” Castorice, having no experience in caring for the sick, was somewhat at a loss.
“No need to panic; panicking is useless.
Why not keep me company and talk for a while until the pain passes.” Gwyn shook his head and squeezed a painful-looking smile onto his pale face— This damn honkai sickness really is lethal when it hurts.
“Okay…” The flustered Castorice agreed immediately, but then fell into a new state of confusion— What should she talk about?
Although she had been walking the world for hundreds of years, Castorice had always rarely interacted with others, and she had even less experience chatting with people.
“I just heard you say you come from Aidelia.
I heard that is a city-state that worships the Death Titan?” Seeing that Castorice was silent, Gwyn took the initiative to start a conversation.
“Yes, indeed.” Castorice nodded.
“Would it be convenient to tell me what kind of world that is?
Because of my health, this is my first time walking in the wilderness of Amphoreus.” Gwyn helped ease the tense mood for Castorice, who was clearly not good with words.
“Hmm…
Aidelia…” It was rare for someone to be curious about Aidelia.
Castorice’s gaze gradually drifted away, recalling that long-missed homeland…