~Chapter 26~

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R: I'm not going to use King Estes as a motive for the assassins and marksmen to show up ...

Al: You have right....but we can't go find him if we won't deal with them first

R: Alright give me a minute to think...

Al: let's do it your way

R: What do you mean ?

Al: We will ask from the thieves their help

R: So you now agree?

Al: There's no other way...

R: Alright let me clean this wound and after some hours we can set the plan in function...

*Ruby is about to get outside when Alucard grabbed her from her arm , and pulled his coat*

Al:I don't think you're going to need that  (said teasingly)

R: You thought right , I was about to throw it (fainted a smile)

Al: Would you like some help?

*Ruby remembered her dream*

R: I can handle it thank you

*Alucard stand up *

Al: Come I'll help you

*Ruby turned and told him angrily*

R: I said i can handle it thanks!

*And turned to leave*

Al: Hey wait ... wait , where you think you're going? Why are you angry? I offered you some help!?

R: sigh .... You are right...i apologise

Al: Why are you like that?

R: I don't know...

*Ruby untied herself to clean her wound, she  cut a bit of her cape and wet the fabric*

Al: I'll go get some woods to light the fire

*Ruby nods to him and Alucard leaves *

R: Umm......it might hurt ... I'll try just to..

*Touches a bit her wound with the fabric and immediately pulls her hand back*

R: Ouch....why do you have to hurt that much? I barely touched you

*Talking to herself, she gives it a second try*

R:pff........

*She rests her back to the tree*

R: i don't want to do it....

*Said and threw the fabric*

R:Agh...

*She picked the fabric, placed it to her wound and tried to handle the pain, the wound wasn't good and even when she was trying to clean it there were times she was bleeding a bit*

R:( it was a mistake leaving the wound without doing anything.. now i get to hurt even more )

*Even though she's in pain , she doesn't pull away her hand from the wound*

Al: It still hurts?

*Says as he is throwing down the woods*

Al: Leave it to me

*Takes the fabric from her hand*

Al: You seriously wet the fabric with water?

*He opens his satchel and took out a small bottle with alcohol that he saved since they left the bar*

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