Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 437.2: Do You Want to Lie Down Yourself, or Should I Help You? (2)

Lethargy washed over Roel Ascart the moment he awakened from his sleep. His heavy eyelids refused to open, so he inspected his physical condition with his mana instead.

He was in a severely injured state when he initiated the fight with Bryan, and he had proceeded to unleash all of his means and fully expend his mana. On top of that, he even cast the army buff spell, Howl of Crimson Lightning, in order to shake Bryan’s determination at the very end.

How could he not face any consequences after putting his body through such an ordeal?

His advancement to Origin Level 3 did little to improve his condition. On the contrary, possibly due to his anxieties being quelled after seeing Nora safely overcoming her ordeal, he felt even more drained than before.

He wondered if someone had secretly swapped out the blood in his body for lead.

With a silent sigh, Roel forced himself to open his eyes, only to be taken aback by the smiling face that popped up in his vision. Warm sunlight shone through the window and scattered all over her, giving her fair complexion a beautiful glow. It was such a beautiful sight that Roel found himself falling into a daze.

The previous wooden hut they were staying in had its roof blown off during Nora’s awakening, so they had headed to another nearby sentry post to seek refuge for the night.

“Nora? What are you doing here?”

“Is that your response when you see me upon waking up? Haven’t we been staying in the same room this whole time?”

“We were, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to continue that arrangement. Count Hanks and the others are here too.”

Just thinking about the devout chief of the Inquisitor Hall left Roel with a splitting headache.

No matter what, Nora was still the princess of the Theocracy, so there were formalities that they had to uphold. While they did have intimate interactions in public from time to time, Roel had always been careful not to overstep his boundaries.

It was one thing when they were by themselves, but if rumors were to spread about how they had shared a room—or eve

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