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After trudging for two days, Charles finally returned to the capital of the Caucasus.

In the strong smell of herbs, after the chorale musicians changed the bandages and plaster on him, and released movements of recovery, his wounds still showed little improvement.

Even though he had lost all his power, Charles' resistance towards musical movements was still too strong.

"Leave us," in the corner of the ward, Gaius calmly ordered.

Soon, the doctors left the room, leaving Gaius and Charles alone.

"Why did you not retreat?" Gaius's voice was cold, and he suppressed his anger. "Charles, why did you violate my orders?"

On the hospital bed, Charles smiled awkwardly, his face still pale. "If I leave, many will die because of me, surely I can't simply do nothing and leave them?"

Gaius's tone became indifferent. "You should be clear that they are the people of Asgard, our enemies."