When Ronin arrived in Black Earth Town, Ridder was lying in bed, unconscious.
The orange-red-haired Knight had always looked resolute and burly, but now his face was as pale as a sheet, devoid of his usual heroic air.
Although his left arm was bandaged, the bandage was stained red with blood. Ten days had passed, yet the wound was still bleeding.
No wonder Ridder had become so exhausted that he had to be carried.
Ronin gently lifted the other man's arm and unwrapped the bandage.
Tom had been right; the wound on his arm was indeed showing signs of festering.
'With an injury like this, it should have already started healing under normal circumstances.'
The puncture wound hadn't damaged the bone. With a Silver Knight's powerful regenerative ability, it normally wouldn't have been a problem at all.
Although Ronin's movements were gentle, they still startled Ridder awake.
"My lord, you're here."
He tried to prop himself up, but his right arm was too weak.
"Just lie still."
