Only with Your Heart

Alde-- now.

Seeing Thousand Cranes' shoulders dirty in blood, Alde screamed further. The black dress was torn from the collar and worn to wrap the white cloth from the top, but the majority of the left shoulder was dyed red.

Ruklov, holding her, had no man's eyes.

Beastly eyes in front of your enemies... if anyone approaches you inadvertently, you're going to bite them to death without a moment's mercy, whoever they are. Ruklov walked straight up to the Chizuru room upstairs as he entered the castle without swinging his side.

Alde followed him up the stairs desperately.

Slowly and carefully, Luklov lowered Chizuru to his bedroom, whispering something softly into his lover's ear with a voice that Alde could not hear. When Arde, roughly out of breath, reached Chizuru's room, Ruklov did not even look back, but ordered in a faintly low voice.

"Get the pharmacist... here. Right now."

Alde shook his head in an attempt to respond, and just then, Nadal, who had even taken a medic, came into the room to sneak in.

"Master Luklov! Ku, get the pharmacist now, here!

Nadal pushed forward a skinny old woman with a gray jacket in her uncircumcised voice.

The old woman was called Estabel, a dusty, suspicious room in the corner of the castle, a creepy being who silently formulated some kind of herb every day. But the medicine she made worked well, and when a knight injured in training went to Estabel for help, it was definitely a complete cure.

However, if you glance at the rumors of that excellent cure, Estabel was completely like the shadow of a castle. Alde has never even seen her eating in the big dining room.

The little old woman's hair was white and scattered, but her indented eyes sparkled unexpectedly.

"Kid, you need to get some water."

Estabel nodded Nadal with a crouched voice, not making him feel affectionate at all. Nadal left the room wandering off, just like he did when he came in.

When Alde was left bewildered, Estabel quickly approached the sleeping area with an ageless (shuddering) foothold and looked back softly as he came next to Ruklov.

"Give me the cloth you have in your hand. Yes, everything."

It took a few seconds to realize that the instructions were right for me. Alde approached Estabel and offered him a cloth.

Approaching the sleeping table, Alde took the form of a large round back and kneeling directly behind Lucrov next to the thousand cranes.

Ruklov's hair was badly messed up, and his armor didn't even have a grated clasp (crunchy tear) on, he just looked like he'd weaved a dirty jacket.

I smell dry blood.

The shoulder-width, worked-out warrior's back was now trembling in small pieces.

"Dear Chizuru... how could you"

And Chizuru, laid in a wave of sheets, lay powerless like a fishing doll with a broken thread. Her complexion is bloody and white, and her long dark hair is scattered through the valley of sheets.

Alde drank his breath unexpectedly.

As Estabel carefully exposed Chizuru's left shoulder, Alde's knee nearly trembled as he groaned. Black, dry blood on the cloth mixes with twitchy, overflowing blood, and the rusty iron-like smell slowly pricks through the nasal cavity.

Without being able to turn a blind eye, Alde spilled tears.

Chizuru's left shoulder clearly had a circular wound, like that shot with a sharp arrow. A blood-sucking cloth is removed, and Estabel is even more cautious, cleansing the blood stains that pollute the skin of a thousand cranes.

"That sounded like a pretty thick arrow."

Estabel asked Luklov to confirm, but his gaze remained unchecked from Thousand Cranes' wounds.

Alde was holding back behind Ruklov, so I can't even get to his expression.

But... I guess that would have been nice.

If, right now, I saw Ruklov's face, I'm sure Alde couldn't stand. Ruklov replied briefly with a low voice that he could not hear. I think maybe it was an answer that would affirm Estabel's question.

"Looks like you haven't been poisoned... this is unfortunate luck..."

Estabel is crushing herself about bumps and symptoms as she continues to purify the wounds on Chizuru.

When the cloth touched the wound, a thousand cranes trembled all over his body, distorting his face.

Even the pathetic trick of withstanding the pain allowed him to see the sign that Chizuru was still alive, and Alde finally took a breath of relief. By then, Chizuru was pale.

Luklov's big, fractured hand touches Chizuru's forehead and sees the soft hairline.

"I'm sorry...... Chizul. It's all right now. 'Cause it's okay now."

The voice was incredibly gentle, mixed with the anxiety that was going to collapse right now and the great affection that even outweighed it.

Alde's chest was clogged, and he desperately turned his mind to see if there was anything he could do for both of us.

That's when Nadal, holding a barrel with water, showed up at the entrance to the room, so Alde rushed over to help the boy.

When the water was brought in, Estabel wiped further around the wound with skilled hands.

Alde took on the role of squeezing a cloth in the water and kept it beside the barrel for a while, following Estabel's instructions. Thousands of cranes just lay almost powerless during that time, but sometimes when they were touched by wounds, they shook limbs in pain and leaked sobs. Ruklov was comforting Thousand Cranes each time with an overly gentle voice of example.

"I haven't been hit anywhere with an important organ, and the thick blood vessels seem to be safe...... but it took a long time to pull the arrow out, didn't it? Is the enemy around?

Without resting his therapeutic hand, Estabel asks Ruklov again.

Now he was kneeling beside a barrel placed on the floor, so he could peek into the side of Ruklov on Alde as well. His eyes seemed to be burning with anger and sorrow. My lips are dry on my heels, and my jaw and cheeks have a black shadow because I haven't shaved my beard in days.

"Yes... but that's not all"

Ruklov's hand was gripping the thin fingers of Chizuru all the way.

Chizuru's pharmacopoeia is fitted with a delicate ring that shines in gold.

Lone came into the room making loud footsteps and squeaky sounds of protective equipment to break the harsh atmosphere. The armor on his upper body had been removed, but from his knees he remained wearing iron protective equipment, as well as clasps. The bright redhead looked dusty and gray and stood upside down like a lion.

"Damn...... Luklov! Chizuru... what about Chizuru!

That's how you've been running early, Lone is rough and disturbing your breath.

Nadal and Alde looked back in surprise, but Ruklov did not react with a tingle. Only Estabel, calmly and slowly turning back out of place, lifts a single eyebrow and twists a red-haired warrior.

"Shut up, you young man. If you want to help this girl, you guys just go outside and bring more water, a bottle of salt, garlic and medicinal herbs. The herbs are in my treatment room."

That being said, Estabel also took the wet cloth from Alde.

"Young lady, so are you. Take the loud lad there and show him my room."

For a moment, Lone, who had been called a young man, seemed to have eaten, but when he saw the scratch on Lucrov's back and Chizuru, who did not make it slight, he stifled his face and left the room, following Estabel's instructions in a courageous manner.

Nadal, Alde and Lone, gathered in the hallway, looked at the door of the room of Thousand Cranes closed with a dark expression.

After a period of silence, Lone put his hand on the shoulder of the Nadal boy as he shook his head (wearing it).

"Did you say Nadal? All right, you bring more water. What was he saying about the rest...... leeks?

"I think it was garlic. Salt and garlic"

Nadal answered her temperament.

And all three distorted their faces at the same time, as if they themselves had been salted to the wound. I guess Estabel's decision is right...... but trying to hit them on an open wound should hit him with a lot of pain. Thinking about Chizuru and Luklov, who has to look at Chizuru like that, that just makes me breathless.

But I didn't have time to be sympathetic.

"Do as you're told. Get as much as you can and as soon as you can. Clean stuff."

"Ha, ha."

As Nadal stretched his spine a long time to salute him, he left the scene with a flying momentum. Lone looks back at Alde as he drops off the boy's back.

"And it seems to me that you have to show me to that pharmacist's room. Was it a bottle of herbs?"

Alde nodded.

"About a year ago, I went into that room. My daughter has a high fever...... to get hot and cold. A bottle of medicinal herbs was labeled with silver."

"Let's go then. We have to hurry."

The red-haired knight and Alde went down the stairs so fast that they seemed to rush out, they proceeded along a long corridor.

Sometimes we were in a hurry and for a while we were silent with each other, but as we walked through the main tower and approached the tower of separation with Estabel's room, Alde couldn't help but suppress his desire to hear.

"Duke of Lone...... what happened to Chizuru and Ruklov? What the hell is that injury..."

Lone didn't turn Arde around.

He is pulling and tying his tight lips as he stares straight at where he is going.

I advised him that maybe he was just frustrated that the servant had asked him a poor question, but the loan just seemed to be wondering how to explain it.

Reaching the front of the room of purpose and opening the door of a dry tree, a unique smell of various herbal aromas and odors spread.

When the lights are lit and inside, clear glass bottles of various sizes, large and small, line up sloppily on old wooden desks.

Some had liquids in them, and others were packed with dried leaves. A small piece of silver sheet metal was dangling around the neck of the bottle, leading to a thin chain.

"'Hot and cold'... this is what my daughter gave me, it worked well. 'Diarrhea', 'Abdominal pain' … 'Striking' is a little different…"

But, hey, there's too much variety.

Alde and Lone split into two hands and explored what they needed in order from the edge. In the meantime, 'stab wounds', 'anti-bleeding', and 'disinfection' were found. Lone held three bottles in his thick, thick arm.

An arrow tip to leave Estabel's room, a loan that was about to be one step ahead of Alde, stopped his leg perfectly.

"Speaking of which, you're the girl who served Chizuru fourteen years ago, right? Did you say Alde?

"Yep... you're right"

When Alde answered, Lone looked up at the ceiling exaggerated.

"Oh, my God! Ruklov's been hiring you for that one, hasn't he? Wouldn't you?

It is clear that Luklov has never declared that, but Alde himself believes that, and no matter from whom he sees it, there will be no other explanation. Alde smiled pale.

"Yeah, maybe...... I guess so."

"Shit!"

Lone ripped her chest with one hand, so the bottle she was holding was about to fall out of her arm in jeopardy.

Careless, but the loan's reaction would be very honest and honest. Luklov's love for Thousand Cranes was found everywhere the more he searched, the less he hung up. Especially now that Chizuru's life and death are at stake.

"Then I should tell you... Chizuru was shot by an arrow, covered in rucrov. It was aimed at his heart. That idiot wasn't wearing armor, so if Chizuru hadn't presented himself and saved him, there wouldn't have been a life by now."

Alde's legs stopped moving. Though I expected some, like this.

"That's not all."

Lone, usually tight enough to see a bright, flashy face, slowly turned to Alde.

"After Chizuru was shot, another arrow attacked him to keep standing. Now it was aimed at Chizuru's heart... but his opponent is Ruklov. He cut right off and tried to shelter Chizuru... but there was no sword or shield. The sword... I let go of it when I hugged my rushing chizl. It's something you should never do during a fight. But Luklov, at that time..."

Lone got stuck with the words, unable to find an exact representation.

Alde nods, as he shows understanding.

"Anyway, to avoid the arrows, the two fell off the horse. I don't know if that clap, or if it had originally happened... but the tip of the arrow that was stabbing Chizuru contacted (from) the chest of Ruklov's clapper. I got in touch and couldn't take it."

For a moment, I didn't know what they were talking about, and Alde blinked her eyes with awe.

- Can't you take it anymore?

"This is it."

In order to explain clearly, Lone pinched the clasp he was wearing and showed it in the hands of an empty person. A heavy metal noise sounds like Jarrari. Even if not explained, even Alde understood its thickness and weight.

"This is a pretty cumbersome substitute to put on and take off on top of the heavy. Not very much, but I can't take it off in the middle of a fight (or so on). It's like you're telling me to kill you."

"So... Le, what happened to Master Luklov?

I was afraid to ask the answer, but I felt that Alde had a duty to know.

We have to help them both......

Because someone has to protect you from two people who are under severe fate.

Lone somehow looked carefully around him, then turned his gaze back to Alde and continued with a suppressed low voice.

"I fought with one hand, holding Chizuru in my chest. I picked up my dropped sword and defeated many of my impending enemies. Until the battle is all over, all the way. What else was I supposed to do?

I'm sorry...... and Ruklov was apologizing to Chizuru.

Oh.

Alde had to lay down his eyelids and breathe deeply to keep his tears from spilling. Then the journey back to Chizuru's room was no longer painful and felt long.