At nightfall within the Great Temple on Heather Island.
"Ah..."
A suppressed moan echoed, and Luo En involuntarily paused her hand:
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Hearing that concerned inquiry, Hela, lying on the small bed, quickly shook her head and dryly replied:
"No, it's just a bit ticklish..."
"Tickling is good! That's a sign that the wound is healing. I told you not to overdo it!"
Luo En huffed in mild annoyance, then with one hand holding the Holy Grail and the other dipping into it to take some golden Divine Liquid, she gently and evenly applied it to another wound on Hela's back.
"Ooh~!"
The moment the two made contact, Hela switched from lying prone to lying on her side, curling her back like a shrimp and unable to stop crying out in pain.
But that voice, inexplicably, contained a trace of melodiousness.
