Chapter 19

"Martin! Mart—!" Such a loud voice which could attract the enemy they had a hard time escaping from was immediately cut short.

The teenage boy whose head was smacked hissed a curse.

"Keep quiet! What if it followed us here?" Martin, a merchant famous among these parts of the region, scolded the boy fiercely.

However, due to the pressure, more blood flowed from the deep wound on his stomach and the previously complaining teen fussed again. He applied more force on the hand pressuring his stomach to keep it from bleeding uncontrollably. With tears in his eyes, he sniffed and talked.

"Alright, don't be angry anymore. I will—" The words were put to a stop. What will he do? Call for help and leave Martin alone in the woods?

Upon realizing, the tears building up in his eyes instantly fell like waterfall, and he could not wipe them away in fear that once he lets go of the pressure on Martin's wound, he will die of blood loss.