"Amal! Is your leg okay?"
Rex came toward Amal while wiping the blue blood off his sword. His strong body was covered in armor, which is now stained with the magical beast's blood. His messy gray hair stuck to his forehead and he pushed it back with his left hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You really are a knight, huh? Taking down a Doshaguma all by yourself."
Amal answered him with a grin and then gently helped the five-year-old child in his arms to stand. After checking that the boy wasn't hurt anywhere, Amal patted his brown hair.
"That guy over there took care of the monster. You don't need to be scared anymore. Everything's okay now, kid."
The boy, with a face covered in tears and snot, rubbed his nose roughly with the sleeve of his worn, patched-up clothes. Finally, he managed a smile.
"Thank you, mister! Thank you!"
