Ethan looked dejectedly at Rain and asked, "R-Rain . . . W-what should we do?"
Rain sighed and slowly shook his head. "I'm afraid . . . this fight . . . we can't interfere . . . It's out of our hands."
Ethan was really on the verge of crying, and he protested, "B-but . . . are we really going just to let them fight? P-Percival is clearly not thinking straight . . . w-what if . . ."
Ethan didn't finish his words when Galahad placed an arm on his shoulder. "Don't worry. When that time comes, we'll definitely stop them."
Rever disperses the bow gun in his hand. His gaze traveled to Arca as he spoke in a serious tone without an ounce of emotion that seemed like not his voice.
"I guess, we can only watch and make sure that no harm befalls on little missy . . . and I guess to make sure that those two are alive despite everything that will happen."
Ethan bit his lips. His eyes turned watery, gazed at the floor. "B-but . . . Is it really okay for them to fight . . . ?"
