Even in Constantinople, at night, most of the city remains shrouded in darkness.
"You're back."
"Mm."
"Are the wounds on your body okay?"
"The skin has peeled off; the Source of the Plague is gone, so the plague has lost its lethality."
Prajna rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white arm.
Her skin was so fair and tender that the veins were clearly visible, leaving no scars at all.
He had guessed it would be this way, but he was just trying to make conversation, showing that he cared about her.
"For eliminating the Source of the Plague, I received a new combat record about the Wolf Race civil war."
"You gave it to Chelina?"
"How did you know?"
"We've been together for so long, isn't it normal to have some mutual understanding? Besides, I'm not in a hurry to get promoted."
It was impossible to tell Prajna's mood from her tone and expression.
But, anyone in this situation would likely feel somewhat unbalanced.
