Mina slowly sat up and took a few sips.
"So bitter! (>人<;)"
She smacked her lips and complained.
"The medicine is a bit bitter, but it works very well," Carla said with a gentle smile.
"It must be medicine prepared by Dr. Yeager. His medicine is always the most bitter," Mina said.
Hearing this, Carla's expression immediately darkened, and she didn't reply.
Noticing the change in mood, Historia quickly changed the subject.
"Mina, focus on recovering! Everyone is still waiting for you to come back."
"Okay. Krista, please help me thank Chen Si and Armin," Mina said with a nod.
"Mm! Don't worry," Historia nodded.
"Krista! Someone is looking for you outside."
At that moment Jean walked in. He nodded toward Mina and then looked at Krista as he spoke.
"I'll come right away," Krista replied, turning back.
Sasha, who was standing beside Jean, stepped forward. When she saw that Mina had woken up, her face immediately lit up with a big grin and she rushed to the bedside.
"Mina! Do you know how many delicious dishes Aunt Carla has been cooking lately? You've been unconscious these past few days—it's such a shame! Let me tell you—"
Sasha began talking endlessly about food.
Carla covered her mouth and chuckled quietly from the side.
Outside the room, Krista looked at Jean and asked:
"Jean Kirstein, who is looking for me?"
"Oh, it's some guy named Polino. Strange though—he was kicked out of the camp a long time ago. No idea what he wants with you."
Jean's tone was full of disdain.
Krista blinked her large eyes and lightly placed a slender finger against her lips. Her lips parted slightly as if she were thinking.
Jean, standing beside her, found himself staring absentmindedly.
"Krista! If that jerk says anything rude to you, I'll teach him a lesson!"
"Damn it, I heard he's a noble. Does he think he can lay a hand on my goddess?"
"No way I'm letting that happen!"
The surrounding trainees began discussing angrily, all filled with dissatisfaction and hostility toward Polino.
Back during training he had been arrogant and constantly offended people by relying on his noble status, leaving everyone with a terrible impression of him.
"Who?! Who dares touch my goddess?!"
With a loud bang, the door to Mina's room was suddenly flung open by Sasha. Her eyes looked like they were spitting fire, and her teeth ground together like the blades of a saw.
Seeing the crowd becoming increasingly agitated, Historia quickly waved her hands.
"Everyone, we were all classmates before. Please don't be like this. Jean, take me there."
Jean nodded.
Although he had a sharp personality, he knew when to hold back. He silently decided that if Historia were treated poorly, he would definitely teach that jerk a lesson.
"I'm coming too!" Sasha immediately raised her hand, her eyes filled with determination.
"Me too!"
"I'm going!"
"Protect the goddess!"
Members of the Goddess Support Association gathered behind Historia in a large crowd.
This "organization" had been spontaneously formed by people whom Historia had helped during training. Because she was kind, understanding, and always willing to help others, almost everyone had received her help at some point.
The group followed Krista's ideals. Whenever she tried to help someone, they would swarm in and treat that person like a president receiving VIP care.
But if anyone dared offend Krista, they would instantly transform into something like a gang and teach that person a lesson.
In reality, no one had ever truly offended Krista. Her angelic personality meant even troublemakers and delinquent trainees had once received her help. Those same troublemakers were now the most loyal core members of the Goddess Support Association.
At first, Krista had refused. She didn't want everyone placing her on such a high pedestal.
But under everyone's enthusiastic support, she reluctantly agreed to become the "president."
If compared to something from Chen Si's previous world, it was similar to a fan support club.
The only difference was that the Goddess Support Association had both male and female members—and the idol they admired was someone who represented kindness and positivity.
Following Jean, Krista arrived before a rather disheveled and exhausted-looking figure.
"Hey, are you that guy Polino's lackey? Where is he? Didn't he say he wanted to see Krista?"
Jean curled his lip and glanced at the miserable-looking figure while scanning the area.
"I… I am Polino…" the man said in a tired, hoarse voice.
"What?! You're that high-and-mighty son of a count?"
Sasha rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
"Yes. It's me," Polino replied with a bitter smile.
"Hahaha—you've really fallen far," Jean mocked mercilessly.
Laughter spread among the crowd.
"Everyone, please don't do this. Polino must have run into some kind of trouble," Krista said gently, frowning slightly.
"Damn it! I actually made the goddess frown! My sin is unforgivable!"
One core member of the Goddess Support Association quickly covered his chest in exaggerated regret after laughing earlier.
"That's right—you've disappointed the goddess! I only laughed in my heart and managed to hold it in. I didn't betray the goddess!"
Another delinquent-looking member spoke up proudly.
"Were these guys really in the same class as me? How embarrassing…" Jean muttered quietly while covering his face.
"Polino, what do you need from me? I will definitely help you if I can."
Historia had already prepared a medical kit and bandages.
To everyone's shock, Polino suddenly dropped to his knees in front of them with a loud thud.
"Krista… I'm sorry. I repent for all my past mistakes. But I truly need your help!"
Polino cried desperately, snot and tears running down his face.
The pitiful loss of dignity was completely different from the arrogant noble he used to be.
The crowd stopped laughing and became serious. None of them had expected the once-arrogant noble's son to kneel like this.
"Polino, please don't do this. If you have something to say, just say it. I won't abandon you."
Krista was extremely shocked and hurried to pull him up—but she couldn't move him. She looked toward Jean and Sasha for help.
"Hey, you jerk. What about your dignity as a man? Get up already."
Jean grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. His tone softened slightly. He also wanted to know what could reduce the unruly noble's son to this state.
Polino's face was covered in stubble. His long hair covered his eyes, messy and unkempt. His eye sockets were sunken, making him look like someone who hadn't slept in days.
Polino suddenly raised his head.
Everyone gasped.
What had he gone through?
"My parents… and everyone in my father's estate… were all tortured and murdered by an organization called Girl's Shoulder Strap."
Polino spoke in a trembling voice. Beneath the hoarseness was boundless hatred.
"Girl's Shoulder Strap?" Jean and Sasha said in unison.
Hearing the name, Krista's cheeks turned slightly red.