Azra stiffened as he instantly noticed the horrifying state of the noble Crowned Prince.
In a swift motion, he dropped to his wobbling knees and welded his forehead to the ground simultaneously with his palms.
"Please punish me, Your Highness." He cried out with a trembling sound without disengaging his head from being cemented to the ground.
If only he accompanied the prince on his perilous mission, he would not endure getting wounded. Even though he was waiting patiently for him at the coastline, he should have trailed after him.
Raigon admonished him with his authoritative hand and demanded him to rise up. ]
"I am at fault here. You don't have to condemn yourself," Raigon calmed his faithful helper down in a stern voice. He flexed his knees and lifted Azra, so he could stand up. Azra complied in an instant.
He gazed at the nighttime sky as he pondered on the unique events that took place while he was being 'Red'.
