A while later, outside the forest, Ryan glanced at Lucian, who had just emerged from the trees, and asked, "Is it done?"
Lucian dusted off his hands, his expression one of having just vented an immense rage. His voice was cold as he replied, "It's done. But that guy's recovery speed is absurd—by tomorrow, he probably won't even have a scratch left on him."
Ryan didn't say anything more and walked away.
That's right—Lucian wasn't allowed to act before Ryan. But as long as Ryan didn't see, it didn't matter.
Lucian looked at Silvanus, who was nestled in Ryan's arms with his eyes tightly shut. His brows furrowed slightly, and he said in irritation, "Is he going to be okay like this? Did he lose his memory? If it weren't for us, he'd have died out there."
Ryan turned a cold gaze to Lucian. "Shut your mouth, or I'll deal with you."
Lucian smirked mockingly, clearly unafraid of Ryan's threat.
Only then did Ryan speak slowly, "If Silas is that person, then he would never harm him."
