Roman cringed, looking at the old man whose chest was heaving up and down.
It messed with the other image that was stuck in his mind, the image of the girl who was ready to devour him, her chest also heaving up and down.
Roman shook his head. "Ahem. I was just helping her, your highness." He cleared his throat again and tried to explain, lest he was afraid, he might just be murdered on the spot.
Hmmm… Cadmus hummed, his eyes scrutinizing the man in front of him, standing awkwardly with his shirt ripped off.
"Don't talk about what happened with anyone." Holding Sylvia gently in his arms, the old man then disappeared back into the royal palace.
Roman blinked, wondering why he had received such a strange warning.
He had expected something more along the lines of 'Stay away from my granddaughter' or 'I will kill you brat'.
He stood for a while, staring in the direction where the two of them had disappeared.
