Footsteps approached from behind.
Margaret turned her head to see Harrison carrying a grey rabbit. He calmly watched in the direction where Saint Sebastian had disappeared and dropped the struggling rabbit onto the ground.
"I saw you talking to the devil," the elf drew his short sword, swiftly ending the rabbit's life. His tone remained emotionless, "I arrived too late, but since that guy didn't show any intent to kill, I'm not worried about you."
Margaret raised an eyebrow, "And what if you were worried?"
Harrison skinned the rabbit while raising his eyes, his dark silver pupils devoid of emotion. "I can't use all my power, so I can't rescue you."
Margaret wasn't surprised by this response. She knew the elf's character well.
"'Can't' doesn't mean 'won't'," Margaret rested her chin on her hand, smiling, "Would Harrison be willing to fight for me?"
