"Clang!"
Seeing Guramo's madness, Bertade's eyes turned cold. He instantly drew his bronze sword and held it at an angle in front of Xiulote. The sharp copper blade was less than a meter away from Guramo, ready to sever the outstretched arm with a single slash!
"Hehehe... Holy Water, give me Holy Water!"
Guramo seemed oblivious. He stared fixatedly at Xiulote's royal robe, his pupils dilated, eyes clouded, and muttered lowly with drool dripping from his mouth uncontrollably.
"Hmph?"
Xiulote frowned. He looked at Guramo's arms, covered in scratch marks. Then he glanced at Guramo's legs, similarly marked with scratches. Finally, he stared seriously into Guramo's eyes and asked deliberately.
"Guramo, do you still recognize me?"
"Hehehe... Holy Water, give me Holy Water..."
