Alora looked away from his ink blue eyes before he could bury her in utter shame. But… 'that man said Hellmaster is wounded on his back.'
Suddenly her eyes widened and looked back at Arihan who tied the robe, clenching his jaws. The robe still flunked its duty to cover him completely.
Nevertheless, Alora reprimanded him, putting her entire focus on his wound, without caring about anything else, "Why did you bathe? You shouldn't wet the wound."
Arihan: "..."
What the hell was she talking about?
What wound? Wasn't he allowed to take a bath in peace?
The maid aka knight had a strong hunch Arihan wasn't even scratched and the man had tricked Alora into Arihan's room. Feeling second-hand embarrassment, she silently bowed and retreated from the suffocating air.
Alora continued without noticing the maid, "Are you a small kid? Don't you know to take care of yourself if you don't want your parents to worry about you?"
