Such a person, in Tianlan's past memories, was mostly a hero, but it was not until this moment that she understood the true meaning of heroism. How she wished the white light would emerge again from him, the starlight that she once saw only as a numerical value was so precious at this moment.
But it was all just her fantasy.
The knight's body lay there quietly, nothing happened.
Tears once again blurred her vision, she wanted to do something, but even the Magic Guided Piano given by the Captain to her was accidentally damaged in the previous combat. Why am I so useless? Tianlan held back her tears, merely gripping the Communication Crystal in her hand, suddenly remembering the words of the Princess, as if enchanted, she repeatedly called out for a response from the other side of the crystal.
That was probably the only thing she could do.
And at that moment, the crystal suddenly transmitted a strong interference sound, amidst the noise came a voice with a hint of doubt:
