Seeing Drayce's serious expression, the silver-haired elf could not help but throw him a look of pity.
"Poor child," Yorian commented, his tone patronizing. "Troubles seem to seek you persistently, and yet you intend to handle them all on your own? It's going to be difficult for you."
Drayce frowned at being addressed as a child, but given his position where he was asking for this esteemed person's help, he had no choice but to let it go. "That is why I am here to get help from you."
"Hmm," the elf sighed. "Well, it will seem ill-mannered of me to turn you away when you are sincerely asking for my assistance. Anyway, there is no reason for me to not agree as our enemy is the same. Moreover, you agreed to let me know what I am curious about, yes? I believe a king such as you will keep his word."
Drayce nodded. "I won't go back on my words as long as you won't cause any harm to my wife."
