A pang of anxiety surged through Negris' heart: "Damn, things have been exposed, Ange, let us fight..."
He was about to shout out to make a breakout, and then strenuously bolster Ange into fighting, however, before the words left his lips, Fala had already hastened forward, reprimanding, "Shamara, you are spouting nonsense again. This is Ascetic Monk Lord Ange, who has come to treat you. Don't talk rubbish."
Afterwards, he turns toward Ange with an apologetic smile, "Forgive us, Lord Ange. Shamara just speaks without thinking, her mental state isn't very well; we hope you won't take it to heart."
Those words weren't a reprimand at all! While the words coming out of him seemed like reproach, he was alternatively apologizing on Shamara's behalf and defending her. His protective feelings were written all over his face.
