"H-He's alive!"
Alaric put down the wolf pup and rushed to hold onto Ian's body. The unmoving boy suddenly coughed, letting out a sigh. His eyelids fluttered, gaze still blank, yet his pupils somehow held in themselves a tiny bit of life.
"D-do something! Master Zal! Master Zal!"
Even if he was alive, his state was just... horrible. Blood was spewing out of his mouth like a waterfall, a nosebleed was blocking his breathing, and crimson tears were rolling down his eyes. On top of them was the tattered state of his body, his broken ribs, burned flesh, and the half-healed hole in his chest.
"He's...? Oh lord!"
Zal, who flashed beside the body, inspected the gasping bluehead for a second as he knelt down.
"He'll choke that way!"
Snatching the body out of the nobleman's grasp, the old man corrected the posture to prevent the miraculously revived boy from choking on his blood and ending up dead once again. Still, even after that, the boy's condition didn't seem favorable.
