As Negris cast a glance at Ange and the one-eyed soldier, he murmured, "You'd better not mess around. Otherwise, the eyeball you have left might be burst, and you shouldn't have brought the little angel. It's more noticeable than me. You should've let it in."
Negris had stated earlier that the little angel was adorable and royally dressed, it didn't even match up with any carriage with less than four white horses.
But it was useless. The little angel wouldn't listen, and so Ange did not enforce it. See? Now there's a problem.
Just as the one-eyed soldier was about to raise his dirty hand, a tremendous shout echoed, "Miss!"
Accompanied by earth-shaking footsteps, a Minotaur girl, at least twice the size of an average Minotaur, rumbled over. She ran over to the little angel, heaved her stomach, and pushed the one-eyed soldier to the side.
"Miss! You're alright! Thank the light, I finally found you! The viscount will be thrilled. I'm the cook, Vania Cook. Do you recognize me?"
