"BRGH!"
A burst of black blood shot out from my mouth, splattering onto the ground.
I wiped it off with the sleeve of my black coat, not caring that the fabric was soaked through with that foul taste.
It didn't matter.
"F-fucking hell..."
I muttered under my breath, feeling the poison still pulsing through my veins. It burned, a searing heat that made my limbs feel like lead, but I kept walking forward.
Where was I going?
The cathedral.
I needed to meet Christina.
Just one last time.
I couldn't believe it, though.
The damn knights of the Royal Knights Order—poisoned attacks?
That wasn't part of the plan.
But still... I wasn't dead yet.
"However... my plan did work. That's what matters."
I gritted my teeth, staggering a bit as I kept walking, forcing my body to push forward.
The pain was unbearable, but it was worth it.