Vichy slowly opened her eyes and saw that Phylie was wiping her mouth.
She was next to a stone slab, and the warm yellow sword barrier protected them from the falling rubble. She looked down and found that her injured parts had been emergency bandaged with rags. The source of the rags was right in front of her - Phylie was wearing long sleeves and half skirts today, but now she is almost wearing short sleeves and miniskirts.
"What are you wiping?"
"Sister Vichy, you were in a bad condition just now. Your body has been twitching and your mouth has been spitting."
Vichy also recalled what had happened just now - her gold and silver wings were trying to save Ya