The five royal guards that stood in the room nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Old Master Lenort waved his hand, saying, "Take them away and begin the search for Erawada!" He left the room with Caesar.
The guards approached Santino and separated him from Draven. They dragged the both of them and Santino, who could not bear the sight of how they were rough-handling Draven despite the fact that he was on the brink of death, turned to the chief guard with pleading eyes.
Please allow me to at least carry him myself. You will only hurt him this way," he begged.
The chief guard glanced at him with a raised brow. He glimpsed Draven, whose head was sloped in weariness, and clicked his tongue at how pathetic he looked.
"Allow him to carry him," he ordered.
The guards pulling Draven across the floor were surprised. "C-chief, should we—"
