After a couple hours Sera was finally waking up. Her head pounded like a bell and her throat felt like she swallowed some sandpaper.
'Fuck, what happened? Where am I? We escaped that weird eldritch being in the sewer and then nothing...'
She finally managed to open her eyes and saw Bea holding her hand, asleep. Sera tried to slip her hand out and get up, but instead she just groaned, waking up Bea. On her face concern and sorrow were showing.
"Hey... how are you feeling...?" She asked in a small voice.
"W-water... Please..."
Is all Sera managed with her throat being so dry. Bea's eyes widened with guilt and in a second she was already bringing a glass over.
"T-thanks..." She drank deeply and enjoyed the coolness of the water.
'Water is so good! So much better than blood.'
Suddenly Bea looked at her and in a very timid voice asked.
"A-are you mad at me? For... you know..."
Bea couldn't keep eye contact and had to look away, her face still stricken with guilt.
"What... Do you mean? Why would I... Be mad?"
The speaking still took some effort but Sera managed. Bea was a bit surprised, then she explained what happened after escaping. Sera felt worse and worse as the story went on. As she finished the explanation, Bea asked again.
"So, are you angry at me?"
"I should ask that question shouldn't I? How is Witchdoctor doing?"
Bea's mood improved a bit as she said. "She is fine, just pissed at you that's all."
Sera looked at Bea's face, their was still some remnant sadness there. So she leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a long, but one with more meaning than any word could deliver.
"You don't feel guilty for what you did! I was under the spell of bloodlust and began hurting our friends. If something like that happens, you should do it again. And I don't even remember it so just act like nothing happened."
'Or maybe I'm the problem. In Newber, they never given Evolved names like Saint or Lady. It doesn't really matter until he does his job well.'
Lucy spoke for both of them.
"We need 6 volunteers to help scout out a Corrupted of the 1st Tier. And don't worry, this is only a scouting mission."
Moe nodded and repeated louder so everyone could hear it.
'Here we go, there probably won't going to be any volunteers but it's too dangerous to just order people to come with them.'
But to Sera's surprise everyone raised there hand. Even Lucy wasn't prepared for that. They looked at each other with pure bewilderment.
Seeing their confusion Moe smiled.
"What? Did you think that there wouldn't be any volunteers for a mission with Saint Seraphine?"
At this point Sera couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Why do you value me so much?"
It wasn't Moe who answered but a regular who is probably close to Sera's own age.
"Saint Seraphine, we were about to be enslaved or killed. Deathbringer brought enough people to kill all of us."
An older soldier cut in and continued.
"But you woke up after weeks of unconsciousness, close to a day before the battle. And because of you, we didn't even lose a single person."
This time a woman carried on.
"So we believe with Saint Seraphine's and Lady Bea's leadership, we will win this war, rescue our people and reach Castleburg!"
With that a cheer went up within the ranks of soldiers. Sera was fully stunned by this revelation.
'At least the volunteering won't be a problem, probably ever.'