# Chapter 53
“We have to look a little longer, but priestess, your wine seems to work,” said Anemone. She was covering her mouth to fight back her tears.
Eutostea put her arm around her shoulder as a gesture of saying, ‘Don’t worry.’
“My wine isn’t a cure-all. Machiades’ endurance needs strength. But still, he didn’t let go of the horse and came all the way here like this. He’ll endure with that indomitable spirit and recover consciousness.”
Anemone finally shed tears as if Eutostea’s words didn’t comfort her enough.
“What happens to the other soldiers? When the commander is this much injured…”
“I should go see the flag and come back.”
