"This is..."
Mary rushed to Carlo's side immediately.
Pale skin, blood seeping from the eyes, ears, and mouth corners, clutching his chest tightly, accompanied by symptoms of magic power failure. All these signs reminded her of that terrifying plague that lasted for hundreds of years.
The intense pain made Carlo tremble all over, cold sweat streaming down, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
Without hesitation, Mary placed her palm on Carlo's chest, warm green fluorescence penetrating into his body. Despite Carlo's crimes, which according to the Church Court's law, deserved execution ten times over, Mary absolutely did not want Carlo to die of illness on the defendant's seat in this manner.
"So... it turns out...!"
Carlo's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, murmuring intermittently.
"Stay alive, you haven't faced judgment yet, don't think that dying like this will bring you release!"
