Chapter 11

Christa moved before he could say anything. Her body reeled very precariously. She seems to give up her weaknesses like that, but she is attacking her opponent nonetheless. By a hair’s breadth, like throwing her body out as bait.

This is what the strategy of giving away flesh and taking bones is. She was literally giving away her flesh.

Her original white color showed no trace. She is painted in dark red from head to toe. As she was covered with her own blood and the enemy’s blood.

“This bitch is running away from me!”

“…….”

Despite the opponent’s harsh provocation, Christa did not fall for it at all. In the first place, her opponent was completely belittling her. That’s why she launched a blatant attack with her hand clenching her abdomen.

But that was Christa’s target. The enemy’s blade penetrated her left arm.

“!!”

At that moment, Christa’s eyes twinkled. If Ragnar’s eyesight was not wrong, it was not an illusion that the corners of her mouth were curled up now.

She swung the sword in her right hand and penetrated the enemy’s neck. Warm blood covered Christa’s face.

“Are you crazy because you want to die?”

Watching the scene from afar, Ragnar finally came to his senses and uttered harsh swear words. He spurred on the horse.

There is still one more enemy force left. Ragnar shot the enemy in the neck, who was ready to attack, aiming for the back of Christa’s head. She turned around when she heard the bubbling sound.

“Oh, Captain.”

She found Ragnar and answered. With a calm face as if it were a morning greeting.

Somehow, she seemed very vivid now, unlike usual, when he felt like she was going to die soon. It was strange that this woman was so lively.

“Sir Palmaril, your injury is serious.”

Christa tilted her head when she heard it. And she held and unfolded her injured left hand a few times. Every time that happens, blood drips on the ground.

“I can still move.”

She answered so naturally and then suddenly moved her body sharply. There was something red that poured over her face.

Her sword stabbed an enemy running from behind Ragnar’s back in the neck. It was a neat move without any unnecessities.

‘Was the wound in her abdomen a trick?’

He’s sure she was covering her stomach, but now she doesn’t seem to care at all. But it was certainly true that she had just injured her left hand.

Ragnar got off the horse. They cut off the approaching enemy forces one after another, facing each other’s backs. She lured the enemy with a staggering motion and then took the lives of several people.

‘I thought she couldn’t kill a single bug.… It wasn’t the case at all.’

A white woman was struggling to move, coloring her whole body with blood. The corpse-like face that he thought was dead seemed to be full of vitality now.

She was closer to death, but she seemed more alive than ever.

Christa’s red tongue licked the splattered drops of blood around her mouth. At that moment, the image was deeply embedded in Ragnar’s mind. It wasn’t an appreciation to come up with in this situation, but it was very erotic and colorful.

Somehow, everything moved slowly, just as time passed slowly in that scene. Her red tongue, blood, white to red contrast, and black smoke were clearly etched into Ragnar’s eyes.

The rear reinforcements and the first, second, and third units led by Ragnar wiped out the remnants of the enemy. The damage was limited to the loss of one-third of the combatants of the 4th and 5th units. It was a relief.

And how long has it been? The battle, which seems unlikely to end, is gradually entering the final stage.

At that moment, Ragnar seemed like a little kid caught playing pranks he shouldn’t have. His heart sank and his heart seemed to have fallen into the deep ground. It was so hot and noisy that he couldn’t stand it.

He ordered the junior knights and his servants to clean up. Cleaning up refers to stabbing through the gap between the armor of the enemy’s dead body with a sword, who might be pretending to be dead. And of course, it includes taking loot.

Christa approached Ragnar in the middle of cleaning up.

“What’s going on?”

However, Christa stood around for a long time and was silent. Ragnar had to wait impatiently. What he’s been waiting to hear for a long time was a very unexpected remark.

“Blood.”

“Blood?”

Blood was all over the place. What blood are you talking about? Ragnar looked around for a moment. Then Christa pointed directly to his gauntlet.

Only then did he realize that red liquid was flowing between his gantry and falling to the ground.

“Leader, you’re bleeding. Blood…….”

He seemed to have been stabbed in the forearm. It was a minor wound that wasn’t deep.

“I think you are more hurt than I am.”

The wound in Christa’s abdomen and left hand were fatal. Isn’t it she who is bleeding?

However, she was distracted by the bloodstains of Ragnar falling through the gantry with an expression that she didn’t care about her own wounds.

“Hurry up and treat it.”

“A, alright.”

I answered by surprise. Was she worried about him? However, Christa turned back and ran out, covering her mouth with her hand, with a frown on her forehead with an expression that she had seen the most unpleasant thing in the world.

“……what was that?”

However, it was strange that a person with blood all over her body overreacted to his small wound. As expected, Christa Palmaril is a strange woman.

‘She doesn’t like blood? Well, who likes blood?’

Maybe the combat experience at that time was too intense. Since then, Ragnar has been watching Christa more closely.

And he quickly came to a conclusion about her.

“In a word, she’s crazy.”

The more he saw her, the more he couldn’t help thinking she was a crazy woman who wanted to die.

She didn’t care even when she came back with several injuries here and there. Like she’s not interested in the safety of her body at all.

Still, she survived persistently. The prognosis for her wound recovery was good. Her ability seemed to be focused on healing power.

It was useful for a grade F. At least she didn’t fall. Poor medical facilities and inadequate supply. It was the battlefield where when an injury occurred, it will become a life or death situation.

But she’s like–

‘It’s like she’s fighting to die.’