Charles displayed surprise at my actions, horrified that I was making myself so comfortable while a woman died in front of me.
This surprise turned into anger, and for a moment, he forgot his place and barked.
"W-why are you doing this? Would you really let her die?!"
The burning look in his eyes confirmed my earlier suspicion. He did care a great deal for her after all.
'Girlfriend, maybe? No. He seems a little too old for that. Plus, he has a ring on his finger, and for a man his age, that probably means he's married. She's his wife…?!' My mind rang in amusement.
Things were about to get interesting.
I gave Charles a dirty look, and instantly he froze.
"Don't blame me, Camp Leader. I remember you attacking me first." I shrugged.
It was only natural to be merciless to one's enemies.
"T-that was only because you… you…"
