"What a pity..." Clutching her chest with one hand, the Crimson Knight thought, "I didn't discover him earlier..."
If she had discovered that young man earlier, perhaps things would not have become as such now. At least in the Crimson Knight's eyes, compared to the reincarnation of the Golden King, the young man who dared to wave his sword and attack her was even rarer. Unfortunately, it was all over.
A gentle breeze blew, dispersing the bloody aura in all directions. The surroundings gradually changed and returned to their original appearance. However, the Crimson Knight's aura was also steadily weakened. The initial wound on her chest slowly opened up, and the bloody traces became increasingly apparent.
After that attack, even the Crimson Knight seemed unable to take it anymore, and it was not that strange. After all, the Crimson Knight was not the original body of the Crimson Knight but a mere clone.