All the cause and effect have been known, and at this moment, Crowen does not have the slightest feeling of being used and deceived, but is full of a sense of joy, relief and a strong sense of mission, compared to the so-called danger and death that she was admonished, it is so insignificant. I am the only salvation of Fodamès, and everything I just saw in my dream is a reflection of reality? Then it really couldn't be better. Without any doubts or hesitation, Crowen bent down and gently helped Fudames up, and said gently: "Yes." I would like to be your 'life'. This is my pride in Mr. Fodames. I'm going to keep it a secret all the time, but I also have a little request......" Crowen blushed and showed a hint of shyness on her face, paused for a moment before she said shyly, "Can you let me hug ......"

The request of "......" was embarrassing even for Fodames. Although he has always closed his emotions and treated others indifferently, he also knows that Crown has feelings for him, and he has similar feelings for her in his heart, but he has been dealing with her like everyone else because of that terrible curse. However, now that it has been confirmed that she is her own 'life star', there is naturally no hindrance. After a slight hesitation, he opened his arms.

The immature delicate body rushed into his arms, and then his weak arms wrapped around his waist. This is the moment that the girl is most looking forward to, and now she has put down all her reserve to enjoy the scene that is almost only in fantasy, and the warm current passes between the chests of the two of them, and the two hearts seem to be blended at this moment.

Crowen gently rubbed her head against her broad chest to enjoy the warm current, and asked in a slightly coquettish tone: "I don't think the word 'life star' of Mr. Fudames is very good, can you change the name?" Since I can change your cursed fate. Then it was a kind of luck that we met. Can you call me a 'four-leaf clover'? I think this one sounds better and suits me better. ”

"Does it represent the language of lucky flowers? Okay, if you like it. Miss 'Clover'. Fodamès agreed with a smile, but for him there was another sensation in his brain at the moment, besides warmth......

"Ahh A slight exclamation came, and Crowen, who was looking up in Fudamès's arms, was about to thank him, and took a few steps back in fright. Blood poured from Fodamès's chest, and the places where he came into contact with him were covered in blood, and almost half of his white nun was stained red. This is the wound he suffered when he was bloodied just now. It was already about to heal, but his selfless hug because of excitement made the wound collapse. Looking at Fordamès's face again, it was obvious that he was in great pain, but he was smiling patiently. In order for Clowen to be able to enjoy the moment she was looking forward to with peace of mind, he endured it and did not disturb her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Crowen, who realized what had happened, could only apologize again and again in a panic, and was silently moved while her heart ached.

"It's okay, we were supposed to be treated together. It's almost time......" Fudamès didn't seem to care in his tone, and his face was still smiling with pain. As Crowen didn't know what he was talking about, a long white cloth floated out of nowhere, floating around him for a long time, and then shrunk into a piece and applied directly to the horrific wound of Fodamès. At that moment, Fodamès's expression tensed, even more than the state of pain he had just endured. It doesn't seem to feel good to be touched by this cloth.

Gradually, Fodamès's expression softened, but his face grew pale, and the white cloth that had coalesced slowly turned blood-red...... In the end, the long cloth that was originally pure white was completely overflowing with blood red, and fell off, and was held in the hand of Fodamès. But the horrific wound on his chest was completely gone, as if it had never been before, and apart from the cloth, only the faint smell of blood like rust on the scene could confirm the wound in front of Fodamès.

"Huh?" All this was so familiar, Crowen couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The red objects and the familiar smell of the red objects he saw in his room at lunchtime on his first day of school, as well as the pale face of Fodamès...... So that's the case, has he always been like this and endured everything alone?

Looking at Crowyn's appearance, Fodamès knew what she was thinking, he shook the red cloth, and explained with a slightly bitter smile, "Spirit cloth." Legend has it that the ancient gods used the canvas to wrap the corpses of the fallen heroes in battle to guide their souls to heaven, and it is said that it originally had the ability to repair damaged and broken corpses, and the countless heroic spirits that have been wrapped around it have given it immeasurable miracles. The Hidden Wing has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as you don't die, you can recover from even the most serious injuries. It's just ......," he was interrupted by an uncontrollable cough.

"It's just that this holy relic is used to dispose of corpses after all......" The priest sighed helplessly and shook his head to take over the conversation: "The healing of a living person with this thing will produce unbearable pain, and after the healing is completed, there will be a little bit of weakness, just like now. And because of this, we need your strength more to reduce this happening. Crowwen. ”

"Well, I'll do my best." These words were not just the expression of Crowen's words, but her heart deeply imprinted them in her soul as an oath that would never be erased...... (End of Chapter 88)