She stayed there, watching his face for five whole minutes, unmoving. But then, her expression slowly changed. The smile faded, replaced by something sour—and a hint of anger.
"Huh? What are they doing here?" she muttered, narrowing her golden eyes and lifting her gaze toward the sky far in the distance.
"Probably because of the commotion that was caused by my last attack. Since it was equal to a Ninth stager's attack, they should be curious which Ninth stage warrior or mage fought here and are coming to check it out," Renan said, his red-golden eyes slowly opening as he looked in the same direction Elaris was staring.
Elaris, hearing his words, looked back at him—Renan, who was still lying down in her lap—and asked gently, "What about your injuries are they okay now husband?"
Renan nodded his head slowly and began to rise from Elaris' soft lap that had been far too comfortable for him to leave so easily, doing so reluctantly.
