"General Luvistar!" Elina cried in panic as she rushed to him, catching his body before it collapsed.
"General, are you alright?" She asked anxiously, her eyes fixed on the wound in his stomach.
The spear had pierced through his armor and into his gut. Fresh blood flowed, and Luvistar's face instantly turned pale.
"I'm fine, Princess. Don't—" He tried to reassure her, but his words were cut off by the searing pain.
"Don't lie, General," Elina said nervously. "Go back to your room. I'll call some soldiers to escort you."
But Luvistar shook his head firmly. "That's impossible. If I leave now, who will command the ship?"
He tried to stand, but his legs gave way, trembling under the weight of his injury.
"I told you to return to your room!" Elina snapped, her face flushed. "The ship's command and the soldiers' leadership—leave them to me."
Although she was a princess, that didn't mean she was ignorant of leadership.
