Those droplets of blood, touching Regulus’s body, became simple droplets on the spot and splashed off his form. Obviously, the priority was different.
At that same moment, Reinhard suddenly released his grip on Regulus’s leg.
He was an intelligent fellow. If he had let the droplets reach him as such, his palm would have turned into a mess which could not possibly grasp a sword again. The force of the swing disappeared. Landing there onto the street, Regulus once again faced Reinhard.
The latter narrowed his eyes in warning.
Reinhard: “Somehow, it no longer seems possible to touch him again.”
Regulus: “It seems you have a keen nose, do you want to get hurt again like you did a while ago?”
Reinhard: “From now on, I will be wary of your breath and vision both. If there are any other precautions to take, I would be glad to hear them.”