"Cough, cough, cough." Pannis coughed violently, grasping Catherine's hand weakly and said, "Catherine, I think my injury is very serious, I'm already dying."
"You deserve it, and besides, you simply can't die." Knowing that the Deities would say such a thing, which clearly indicated they wouldn't mind, the knight girl finally let go of her hanging heart, swatted his hand away, and rolling her eyes, she said, "Whether it's self-reproach or displaced anger, you've already had your say, now you should make it clear what exactly is going on, right? What does Danacus retaining a sliver of conscious awareness signify? Is it any different from your previous speculations?"
"It's hard to explain in just a few words, but indeed, there is a big difference." Pannis sighed, and explained, "To put it simply, if you were in Danacus' shoes, would you choose a method that greatly affects your own power recovery, preferring to delay your revival just to retain a hint of conscious awareness?"
