These should have been absurd words, but when they came out of the mouths of those people, Darcy felt that they were somehow real.
It was a little scary.
If it was fake, then these lunatics were too immersed in the act. If they went crazy and treated her as some Frost Giant or dragon, smashed her head in and dug her heart out, and left her corpse out in the wilderness as a warning to others, that would be too unlucky.
If it was true… No, no, no, it couldn't be true. The girl in glasses felt her heart pounding. She could only press her hand to it and comfort herself so that it wouldn't beat too fast.
Luke patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Even if they're crazy, they're a bunch of insane people with moral integrity. They wouldn't bother to attack a weakling like you."
Darcy: "What?"
Luke said, "They're warriors, not butchers. You can't fight, so you don't have to worry, since they won't bother with you at all."
