104 — A Small Scratch

"I won't die because an arrow scratched my hand," Cynthia scoffed. 

"A scratch?" Lucian raised an eyebrow, looking at the deep wound on her hand. 

Cynthia nodded. 

"Your Highness, you should stop putting yourself in danger like this," he sighed, letting out his frustration. It seemed she had sworn to embrace every danger around her without caring about her own safety. 

"When have I ever done that?" Cynthia smiled as if she had truly never done anything where her life was in danger. 

"You drink poison for me then become unconscious for a week, you fight demons like a knight despite being a woman and injure yourself, you catch a flying arrow as if you were catching a flower thrown at you…" He paused, to catch his breath.