Chapter 147

Having escaped the courtyard with Jennifer's unit, Christine sat down on the steps to be treated.

He had returned to human form, but the wound on his nape was deeper than it looked.

Since the wound had come from one of his own clan, it would take longer than usual to heal.

Even with the bleeding stanched, red kept soaking through the bandages wound around his neck and shoulder.

"We should use healing magic."

"......"

Instead of answering, Christine simply stared at the grim scene before him, his eyes heavy and sunken.

The cathedral lawn was littered with gruesome corpses. Most of them were his own clansmen, killed by his own hand.

Damn it, Maurice...!

"It isn't Your Majesty's fault. Still, most of the citizens made it out safely."

But even Jennifer's words weren't much comfort.

"I thought I could end this without anyone else getting hurt. I was arrogant."…