The warmth of white wings pulled you closely to him. He, who reeks of his own blood as he knelted down with his blade now on the ground "Ah.. I'm so glad you're safe.. You have no wounds, right?" A soft and comforting smile carved the archangel's lips stained with his blood

Blood dripped from his wound directly at his stomach, someone had dared to try and kill you if it weren't for your Knight's help. But.. He might be the one to die instead..