"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"
Having fallen from the teleportation, the Bloodline girl only felt her head strike an iron plate, causing her to grimace in pain.
Not until she heard the somewhat weak voice of the middle-aged knight below her:
"Miss, you... you're on my wound."
The girl's face stiffened, then realized she had fallen directly on top of the knight, her forehead having intimately contacted the uneven surface of his armor.
At this moment, blood was seeping out from the gaps in the knight's breastplate.
"Sorry, sorry... sorry! Rahael! I didn't mean to do it!"
The girl exclaimed, quickly wriggling her body, tied up tightly, and squirmed to the side like a large caterpillar.
Then, she carefully leaned in, her small face full of worry, and asked:
"Does it... does it hurt? You're bleeding!"
"Cough cough, not lethally. That elf avoided my vitals when he attacked..."
The middle-aged knight coughed twice, his face pale as he spoke.
