Lin Mo felt her soft body against his, a faint smile gracing his lips.
'This Maid may seem cold and distant, but she's actually quite kind-hearted.'
Shephilia glanced at Lin Mo, who had closed his eyes and gone completely limp on her back like a pile of dead weight. With a helpless sigh, she carried him away from the battlefield.
She had witnessed his performance and his visible improvement throughout the entire battle.
'Miss Feney didn't misjudge him. The guy's not just a monstrously talented genius; he's also reliable and never drops the ball when it counts.'
But…
Shephilia glanced at the arm draped in front of her, hanging loosely.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
"What?"
"OW~~"
An elbow jabbed into Lin Mo's stomach, and he winced in pain.
"Hey, I'm a wounded man..."
"Hmph."
Shephilia let out a soft, cold snort, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle arc. "Serves you right."
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