Owen said nothing else as his hands gripped the unconscious Iris and he stared at her intently.
"I don't think that's necessary," Owen said, then carefully. "This woman would not do anything strange to influence Prince Thomas."
Owen didn't know the Devil servant's real reason, but he knew what their Prince's condition was like. He was unstable. Especially those related to the Red Witch.
Wyern narrowed his red eyes, his hand that touched Iris' forehead jerked and sent Owen flying backward, the Elf fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
"How dare you give me orders." Wyern waved his hand and snorted softly, kicking the pebbles under his feet. "I am doing all this for Your Majesty, not for myself."
Iris was still unconscious. She lay helplessly on the ground and the Devil servant started to approach her. Owen got up with difficulty and pulled his leg.
"Why don't we just pretend it's over? This woman … she is very sincere towards Prince Thomas."
