"look my lady, it's his highness and sir Ralph!" Said Eliza as she smiled widely.
She was Happy that the monarch was here now, they were now saved.
Standing in front of Camelia was Logan his eyes and Expression dark and emotionless.
He had his sword 'Blaser' in his hands as Ralph stood behind him, his hands folded.
"Who do you think you are to stand in front of me?" The leader of the bandits asked arrogantly.
"What a rude way of talking, it seems like you want your mouth to be cut off!"
Said Ralph as he stared at them angrily. He could easily just use a spell to turn them into pigs but he couldn't because he was keeping his powers a secret.
So the would have no other choice but to fight.
Logan was quiet as Camelia had a mischievous smile on, just then she started to pretend as she said, "Your highness, You came to my rescue… I'm sure the rest of the kakis Knights are on their way right? We'll surely be safe!"
Camelia said literally exposing who Logan was to the bandits and hearing that, they all exchanged worried look as one of the bandit's men slowly walked towards his leader, "Sir.. I heard that some Knights from the Kalis kingdom have been sent here by the emperor, I also Heard that the Cursed Monarch is with them… could this man be him?"
He asked shakenly and the leader looked at Logan who stared at him intensely.
Of course they all knew about the Cursed Monarch, who won't know who he was and because of the rumors about how he can become very brutal especially in a battel.
With sweating escaping from his jaw, The Leader of the bandits then said, "Ah! W-w-we came to the wrong place, we'll take our leave now!"
Said the leader of the bandits as he quickly turned around and ran away with his men.
Seeing him run away, Camelia sighed in relief as she and Eliza laughed.
"Should I go after them or?" Ralph inquired, he knew well why Logan Didn't attack them.
He Didn't want Camelia to watch him especially when his in a battle.
Nodding, he said, "Keep an eye on them and inform me of their domain!"
He said shortly before then taking hold of Camelia's hands and dragging her away.
Meanwhile, Camelia was taken aback by the sudden gesture, she had never held his hands like this.
As Logan's strong grip enveloped Camelia's delicate hands, she felt a rush of both surprise and unease.
She had expected his touch to be cold and distant, matching the unyielding expression on his face. Yet, to her surprise, his touch held a paradoxical blend of coldness and warmth.
The coldness, she assumed, stemmed from his unwavering demeanor. His eyes remained distant, focused on a point ahead, while his face offered no sign of emotion.
This was the Logan she had come to know—a man of stoic resolve and a certain air of detachment.
However, beneath that icy exterior, Camelia could sense a flicker of warmth. It was an unexpected sensation, like the gentle caress of a warm hearth on a cold winter's night.
In those moments, as they stood there before the horse, Logan's touch made her feel curiously secure, despite her lack of feelings for him.
She couldn't deny the strength in his grasp or the protective instinct he exhibited as he guided her onto the horse.
It was as if, in that fleeting moment, he was providing her with a shield against the uncertainties that lay ahead. His touch communicated a subtle promise—that he would keep her safe, even if his countenance remained unyielding and his intentions unclear.
As they rode back to the inn in silence, Camelia's mind swirled with questions and confusion. The conflicting sensations of warmth and coldness from Logan's touch echoed the enigma he presented to her. Although he had taken hold of her physical form, she was still uncertain of what lay hidden within his heart.
"I don't want to go back to the inn, I'm not done Looking around!" Camelia finally spoke, putting an end to the silence between them.
"You had had a bad fever some few days ago which almost ruined your life, you finally woke up and the first thing you thought of doing was walking around a village you know absolutely nothing about, what if I hadn't arrived sooner and those Bandits had done something to you, how would I have explained you your family and his majesty?"
Logan said still with a stern expression and hearing his words Camelia was quiet.
Even though he sounded cold, sbs could still sense concern.
Pouting, she said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to check the village out, I was so bored and I can't stay in a place for to long!"
With a mischievous smile on, Camelia said, "Hey! Don't tell me you were worried about me?"
She asked as Logan just kept quiet. She was really something.
Sighing, Logan placed her head on his Chest as he ordered still with a cold voice, "Rest! We'll arrive some time later!"
Camelia felt a mixture of emotions as Logan scolded her. Deep down, she knew he was right, and she couldn't deny the validity of his concerns.
She had been impulsive, acting on a restless curiosity that often plagued her. But, at the same time, she also felt a pang of frustration at being reprimanded like a disobedient child.
As Logan's voice remained cold and stern, she could sense the underlying care hidden beneath his words.
Feeling Logan's hand gently tilting her head to rest against his chest, Camelia found solace in his touch. Despite his chilly demeanor, there was an underlying tenderness that she couldn't ignore. It was a stark contradiction to the harshness of his voice, but it offered her a sense of grounding, reminding her that she was not alone.