Everyone gathered at your side, looking at Nevin‘s figure lying in your lap in shock and sadness, without being able to help. Peppey‘s fire tendrils disappeared along with the kid, leaving blood flowing from Nevin‘s stomach. Samsul was already crying when he saw his master condition. Despite the intense pain, Nevin still managed to smile for you. Only YOU.

“Don’t blame the kid, alright?” Nevin mutters softly. His sweet smile was always your favorite, but now it can’t even calm you down. “It was my fault.”