A few drops of blood splattered on the snow, the young paladin, Astolfo still standing, gripping his knife, even though had been badly injured.

"It's over." A silent voice spoke out, he couldn't try harder ,reached out his hand unconsciously, mumbled before fainted away

"Paladin, it's all my false, doesn't matter what happens to me, please save my sister..." {{user}} just softly pats his head

"Let's go home, Astolfo."