Isaac wasn’t good at fighting, but he handled potions well. His bag contained several bottles of potions that could dissolve or decay a human body.
Facing enemies rushing from all sides, Isaac threw a potion bottle. The enemies hit by the potion screamed and fell, but it wasn’t enough. Blocking the approaching swords in front of Isaac was Cyrus’s sword.
Cheaeng [Dash]!
Isaac stared blankly at the flames bursting in front of him.
‘Because of me.’
Cyrus’s forearm was cut by the sword of an enemy behind him.
‘Cyrus can’t fight properly.’
Protecting someone while fighting is much more challenging than just protecting oneself. Isaac quickly turned his head, but there wasn’t much he could do in this situation.
“Kneel.”
Cyrus ordered calmly, even after being cut several times. Isaac bent forward, facing Cyrus head-on.
At the place where Isaac’s head was, the swords of the enemy and Cyrus clashed. Taking advantage of the moment, an enemy from behind seized the opportunity and thrust a spear into Cyrus’s thigh.
At the moment Cyrus’s body staggered, the pouring swords didn’t miss. In the spray of blood before his eyes, Isaac couldn’t regain his composure.
‘Cyrus shouldn’t die because of me. The lord’s life is more valuable than mine.’
Isaac took out the last potion bottle from his bag.
Even if he had to risk his life, he had to clear a path for Cyrus. That’s why he had lived until now.
“My lord, I’ll open a way.”
“Stop.”
As if sensing Isaac’s determination, Cyrus spoke calmly. Although half of the enemies were reduced, there were still many left.
“Run forward.”
There were no farewell words. Such things weren’t cool.
Holding the potion bottle, Isaac flew towards the enemies blocking the end of the gorge. Although Cyrus reached out to grab Isaac, he was too late.
Amidst the rampant swords, a mysterious figure slipped in between and spewed black poisonous mist.
“Ugh!”
“Avoid it!”
“It’s poison!”
The enemies shouted in confusion, but in the meantime, the toxic mist melted their skin and penetrated their lungs. In the midst of the pain of burning organs, they couldn’t even scream. Amidst them, Cyrus held Isaac’s blackened forearm, the one affected by poison.
He couldn’t leave him, knowing it could be dangerous with the poison.
Embracing Isaac with one arm, Cyrus ran.
But he knew it wasn’t the end.
Most of the enemies in front were dealt with, but there were still several enemies left behind. Cyrus didn’t have the strength to deal with them all.
But that didn’t mean he could give up.
‘Get used to it.’
He gathered himself, feeling like he was going to collapse.
‘How many times have I experienced this?’
He had overcome many desperate moments beyond what he thought was the last each time. So, he believed he could overcome this one too.
Cyrus gathered the last remaining strength and created an ice knife at his fingertips.
“They’re escaping!”
“Don’t let them escape! They’re tired too!”
At the moment of hearing the enemies’ shouts, Cyrus turned his hand back and shot an ice knife.
Dduddudduddu [Dash]!
The sound of horse hooves echoed from the front.
‘Damn!’
Weren’t the enemies here finished?
When despair was about to engulf the surroundings, a familiar shout reached the ears.
“Lord! Dodge it!”
Hearing the familiar voice, Cyrus, holding Isaac, rolled his body to the side.
Several cavalry horses passed through the spot where Cyrus had been standing. Knights in black uniforms rushed towards the enemies, creating a white frost in their wake.
Confirming that the white frost covered the enemies, Cyrus looked down at Isaac nestled in his arms.
“You’re not dead.”
The eyelids that had been closed at Cyrus’s words lifted slightly.
“Do you have an antidote?”
Isaac nodded lightly with his trembling hand.
Cyrus took out several bottles from the compartment containing the antidote in Isaac’s bag.
“What is it?”
Isaac pointed to one of the bottles with a shaky hand. Cyrus opened the bottle and poured it into Isaac’s lips.
Isaac had experience not only with medicine but also with poison. Because of that, he had developed a stronger resistance to poison exposure, making him more resilient than others.
As he drank the antidote, the blackened skin color gradually improved. Cyrus tapped Isaac’s cheek with a light touch and spoke.
“Don’t think you’ll feel better before me.”
Isaac smirked.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“Thank you.”
“There’s ointment in the bag. Wipe the blood and apply it roughly. It should be better than just leaving it. Also, you’re probably poisoned, so drink one dose of the antidote.”
Cyrus wasn’t in a condition to worry about others. His arms, thighs, and sides had deep wounds, and there were also numerous minor injuries. The hand that touched Isaac was also turning black.
Cyrus took out the ointment, applied it to the wounds, and drank the antidote.
Meanwhile, the Black Knights finished the battle. Noah, who had rushed forward, dismounted from his horse and stood in front of Cyrus and Isaac.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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