"Do you have..."
Just as Salia was about to say something, she was interrupted by a silencing look from Motan.
[Is he really trying to help me, or is he here to capture me with the rest of those guys?]
Salia, held gently in place by Motan's hand on her shoulder, couldn't help but think this. Her slim right arm twisted a little under her white robe but, ultimately, she didn't take the chance to stab Motan in the chest. She reasoned that if he truly had ill intentions, she'd surely have been caught by now. On the other hand, well...
Okay, she didn't even know what the other hand was. But having the first reason was probably enough.
A couple of figures, cloaked in black, silently appeared in the crowd. Their crimson eyes, hidden beneath their hoods, rapidly scanned each passerby.
"I did this to save you~"
A whisper too low for anyone other than Salia to hear echoed in her ear.
The next second...
Motan gently kissed the corner of Salia's mouth.
