CHAPTER 184: SCENE 23: MISSION?

The effect of No. 9 Holy Water is far slower than that of No. 7 Holy Water. Its recovery effect can only bring Brand back from the hands of Death God. Then, with the help of Char and Frey, he put on bandages himself, relying on his Battlefield First Aid skill to barely catch his breath. Although he still couldn’t help but feel dizzy due to excessive blood loss, his face was as pale as a ghost, he could at least confirm from his body data that he was out of danger.

Brand wobbled as he stood up, almost kneeling back down several times due to extreme weakness. Char and Frey hurriedly supported him from both sides. But feeling the actions of this future Valkyrie, Brand couldn’t help but turn his head in surprise to look at her—he thought Frey would be too angry at him for joking, and wouldn’t calm down for at least a day.

Frey, however, turned her head to the side, her face red—though she was quite angry at Brand for deliberately deceiving her, on second thoughts, compared to losing Brand, this result was more acceptable for her.

Of course, she still had a gritting-teeth mindset and kept telling herself that she would never be easily fooled by this despicable guy again.

Despite the surprise, Brand didn’t forget what he needed to do. He placed one hand on Char’s horse’s back, then turned to his servant and said:

"Char, help me up."

As soon as Brand finished speaking, before Char could react, Frey suddenly stopped him: "Wait, what, do you guys want to do!"

"Get on the horse’s back, as you can see."

"No way!"

"What’s wrong now?" Brand was taken aback.

"You get injured so badly, don’t move around, how can you not care about whether others are worried about you." The ponytail girl murmured, blushing and lowering her head.

She couldn’t help but think that it seemed to be this way each time, even the last time, did this guy know that his injuries could be fatal to ordinary people.

Brand saw Frey’s expression and understood immediately. He couldn’t help but feel a soft spot in his heart and smiled slightly, "Frey, I’m really okay. The potion I took just now was Holy Water. You saw how Holy Water saved Josen’s life that night, right?"

Frey bit her lip, her heart loosened a bit but she didn’t dare to fully believe it. She saw Brand couldn’t even stand stably, yet wanted to ride a horse—she also knew that every time she spoke up she would suffer—so this time the ponytail girl simply stayed silent and stubbornly stood in front of Brand, blocking him.

This left Brand at a loss momentarily. He couldn’t explain the difference between No. 9 Holy Water and No. 7 Holy Water, let alone if Frey could understand it.

But he didn’t want to hurt Frey, after all, this future Valkyrie was genuinely concerned about him at this moment. Facing such a girl, how could he bear to say harsh words?

"Frey, let the Lord get up." But to his relief, Char spoke up from the side.

Frey was stunned, she thought at least that the young Wizard Followers would be on her side—they followed him, the knight. In Vaun, followers gained honor because of knights, did Char not care about Brand’s survival?

"Char, how could you..." For a moment, she didn’t know what stance to take to rebut him.

"The Lord really isn’t in danger, just a bit weak. Please leave the task of taking care of the Lord to me—" the young man answered, glancing at Brand with worry, but mostly with admiration and respect: "The Lord has his position to appear on horseback. His presence there means he hasn’t fallen, he is still our banner leading forward—"

"This is his honor, and symbolizes the sword in his hand, what he fights for."

Brand smiled slightly, Char might have praised him too highly, but the fact was simple, he needed to be on horseback to give the mercenaries and refugees fighting behind him confidence—to tell them victory was right here.

The previous battle was too fierce, it probably impacted the refugees and Self-defense Corps. Although he wasn’t familiar with military affairs, he knew that his army was only a temporary mishmash. It could fight well in favorable conditions but would collapse quickly when faced with setbacks.