"What should be done? Will Arlington die? He survived the war, through starvation; is he really going to die here just when hope has arrived?" Percival muttered a sentence, looking at his unconscious companion, body curled up, unable to stop sobbing like a child.
The previous war had caused him to lose too many companions and family; it was hard enough to lead the survivors to this safe place, and they had just begun to picture the bright future ahead.
Percival truly could not bear the pain of losing a close companion right before this moment of happiness.
Percival felt he would go mad from this helplessness.
However, he could only stand there, helplessly watching Arlington being tormented by high fever, not knowing how to help other than praying.
At this point, he could only look with desperate and pleading eyes towards his Milady, hoping she, who had created many miracles in this land, could think of a way to save Arlington.
