'No. That's impossible. He locked Elliot in that barrier for a long, long time. He can't possibly be looking for him, right? But why does he sound… no, he's not desperate. He's panicking. Maybe Elliot is a great threat to him that's why he threw him there. Or he hates him. Or he killed him before and he's surprised how he managed to survive. There's a lot of possibilities. I still don't know the whole situation. I can't risk him when he's been kind to me.'
After the cry of anguish, the king leaned back and held his head, trying to breathe and think rationally. As he shook his head, he kept mumbling over and over.
"That's impossible. H-He's dead. There's no way that's him. Maybe it's just a trace carried by the wind. I-It happens… just a small fragment. Nothing much." A worried look covered his whole face. "Don't be delusional."
