Chapter 22: You’re Injured

Eleanor heard footsteps behind her and immediately quickened her pace to flee.

To hide her identity, she absolutely could not act unless absolutely necessary.

And given her speed, it would still be somewhat difficult for the other party to catch up to her.

Eleanor skillfully weaved through the corridors, and with her nimble footwork, the distance between Gray Wolf and herself gradually widened.

Gray Wolf had no choice but to take out his longbow again, saying irritably, “This one really can run.”

“Hey! Gray Wolf, why aren’t you at the destination yet? We’re running out of time!”

From the magic formation near his ear, his teammate urged anxiously.

“The Temple Knights have already noticed something’s wrong here. We have to hurry and unlock the Sacred Relic. Get over here fast!”

Faced with his teammate’s urging, Gray Wolf, being stubbornly single-minded, said,

“Damn it, I’m going to kill this slippery woman first. Don’t rush me!”

“Damn!”

Without waiting for the other’s curses to come through, Gray Wolf had already closed the communication magic array, focusing on the girl in front of him.

Arrogant as always, he was very unwilling to admit defeat.

As a platinum-level assassin, he refused to believe he couldn’t kill such an ordinary nun today.

“Run. I don’t believe you can outrun an arrow.”

Gray Wolf drew the bowstring.

The moment he released it, the arrow shot out like a thunderbolt.

It pierced through the wall, shooting straight toward Eleanor’s position.

“Is this really necessary?”

Seeing the other party’s relentless pursuit, Eleanor couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Then she pretended to panic with a scream, crashing headfirst into a wall and landing hard on her rear.

The arrow just grazed her hair as it passed and embedded itself heavily into the ground.

“Ow, ow, ow…”

Eleanor rubbed her head, stood back up, and continued running forward.

Seeing this, Gray Wolf could only stomp his feet in frustration.

“Damn it? Is my luck just that bad?”

These special magic arrows consumed a lot of magic power.

Having missed with two arrows, Gray Wolf only had one left and couldn’t afford to waste it on this nun anymore.

Helpless, he could only give chase again.

Eleanor hadn’t run far when she ran headlong into a flash of cold, gleaming blade light.

“Oh no!”

Focused on what was behind her, Eleanor never expected another assassin to appear in front of her.

Moreover, judging by the opponent’s strength, they were far stronger than the assassin behind her.

In her panic, Eleanor could only lean backward.

But even with her quick reaction, the blade light still struck her body.

Eleanor fell to the ground again.

Escaping now would be difficult.

“A hit.”

A cold voice rang out as another assassin dressed in black emerged from the shadows.

Seeing Eleanor clutching her chest, he frowned.

“It seems she’s not dead yet.”

As he spoke, he raised the long blade in his hand, preparing to deliver a fatal strike to Eleanor’s throat.

Eleanor now knew escape was nearly impossible.

Just as she hesitated about whether to draw her dagger, a figure crashed through the wall and charged in.

“What?!”

The assassin was startled by the sudden, drastic change and hastily retreated.

This uninvited guest who had burst in showed no courtesy toward the assassin.

The moment the knight’s sword was drawn, accompanied by a scream, the assassin was cleaved in two by a flash of blade light.

Eleanor looked up to see Anderson standing before her.

Under the moonlight, this knight was unexpectedly reassuring.

“Are you alright?”

Anderson looked at Eleanor sitting on the ground and said.

“We meet again.”

“Ah…”

Eleanor snapped out of her daze and quickly put on a flustered, terrified expression, saying, “These people have accomplices!”

“I know,”

Anderson nodded, saying, “The Temple Knights are already pursuing these assassins…”

Halfway through his sentence, Anderson suddenly noticed Eleanor clutching her chest, and there was a tear on her clothes from a blade cut.

From this mark, it wasn’t hard to deduce one thing.

This cut was deep.

So, Anderson immediately crouched down and said to Eleanor.

“You’re injured.”

“Ah… wait a moment?”

Eleanor clutched her chest, suddenly realizing something.

Her entire face instantly turned crimson, and she began explaining incoherently.

“W-w-wait! I’m not injured! It’s fine, it’s fine, really, it’s fine!”

Faced with Eleanor’s claims, Anderson clearly didn’t quite believe her.

After all, judging by appearance, Eleanor’s… assets were not small.

That slash must have cut into the flesh.

So he took a deep breath and said.

“Getting injured there would indeed be a bit embarrassing, but for safety’s sake, some emergency measures must be taken.”

“No! No! You can’t!”

Eleanor kept retreating, but Anderson unreasonably forced open the hand she was using to cover her chest.

In the moonlight, what came into Anderson’s view was naturally Eleanor’s front armor protector, which had been sliced in two by the blade.

“This thing is broken, showing how deep the wound must be…”

Anderson muttered to himself, but halfway through, he noticed that Eleanor’s chest was not bleeding.

Moreover, a few gelatinous slime制品 fell off.

On these items was a very deep slash mark.

Puzzled, Anderson picked one up, somewhat understanding as he gave it a squeeze.

It felt very soft to the touch, but that wasn’t the main point.

Why did this nun have something like this on her person?

Anderson was a bit confused; it was his first time seeing such a gelatinous substance.

Holding it and pondering for a long while, he thought of something and blurted out.

“…Breast pads?”

And it wasn’t just two.

On the clearly enlarged front armor protector, there were a total of three whole layers stacked.

The assassin’s long blade had shattered two layers, and the third layer also bore a slash mark, but it hadn’t cut into the flesh.

In other words, that person’s slash hadn’t even broken through this nun’s defense.

But regardless, Anderson understood the most urgent thing he needed to do now.

That was how to comfort this nun who was standing there dumbfounded and at a loss.

But since things had already happened, what could Anderson do to make up for it?

“In any case… Miss Nun, please calm down first?”

“Calm down?”

Eleanor, tears welling in her eyes, said with a mix of shame and anger.

“How am I supposed to calm down?”

“I thought you were injured…”

Anderson awkwardly rubbed his nose.

“Didn’t I say I was fine?”

Eleanor covered her chest again, saying furiously.

“Yet you still forced my hand open!”

Seeing the girl’s embarrassed and angry appearance, Anderson’s brain frantically searched for a way to soothe her emotions.

In the end, he chose to take off his own coat and said to the girl.

“How about you cover up with this for now?”