After the beast's death, the other monsters, even the newcomers attracted by the blood and the beast's final cry, had become easier to deal with, even when Garan was doing minimum.
It was more of an issue of pride. After all, two people they had thought were dead weights ended up carrying majority of the fight. They naturally had to balance things out!
Meanwhile, the target of their protection, Anna, was staring at the man who was slashed in the arm, her eyes red with tears. The shield's durability was already very low because of the mobs, and it seemed like it broke during the last attack of the intelligent beast.
However, only Anna saw—or cared for—the man's injuries. In fact, she looked like she was the one injured instead. However, while worried, there was also a lot of confusion in her eyes.
"Wilem…what are you doing here?"
"Don't get married." Wilhem told her as he grabbed her arms. It had the tone of an order, which made Anna temporarily forget about her worry for him.
