Looking at the milky white light in her palm, her eyes filled with confusion.
What's going on? Why is this happening?
She asked in puzzlement, placing her palm once again on Ichard's shoulder.
Then she took her hand away, pressed it again, took it away, pressed it again...
So repeatedly, as if she couldn't believe it.
But at this moment, no one was paying attention to her anymore.
The crowd's attention was mostly focused on Ichard, who could almost be said to have returned from the dead.
"Father, how are you feeling?" Blake's face was filled with joy, even teary-eyed with happiness.
But Ichard, still wracked by pain, could only endure and raise his head, speaking almost with a groan, "What's happening?"
Kana reminded them at this moment, "Maybe we can use Holy Light Healing on him? Light Healing Skill, perhaps?"
