'Who...?!"
Luke gasped, struggling to break away from the chokehold that the silver-haired gentleman had put him in.
"Oh, I'm no one important, just a lowly servant of lady Cranberry Pride – Carambola Loyalty."
Carambola spoke in a tone of peaceful after-meal conversation while lifting up the healer forcing him to climb his tiptoes.
"On behalf of my master, I ask of you to cease the hostile actions towards the first prince... at least until my master is known to be in contact with him, kind sir."
The silver-haired gentleman added, politely bowing his head while Luke's face was getting red as he struggled to break free.
"And just before you will do something unreasonable..."
Carambola continued without waiting for whatever reaction to his words the healer might have, and his hands began shining with white light.
