The curious onlookers gradually dispersed, granting them much-needed privacy. The two figures behind Damian remained silent, all three of them thinking about what had just happened with calmer minds. Finally, Damian broke the silence,
"What kind of bodyguard leaves their target alone? And where is that other idiot?" he asked sharply.
"She sent me away—to fetch something from her room," Einar replied, casting a suspicious look at Evrin, who did her best to avoid both of their gazes.
"You two are her guards, not her servants. You don't have to follow her orders all the time," Damian stated bluntly, turning to face them both. "And you," he said, addressing Evrin, "who was that brat?"
Evrin blinked, taken aback by his bold tone. Her eyes showed surprise to see him scolding them, not caring one bit about their status and noticing that Einar seemed unfazed, as though this kind of criticism from Damian was entirely normal.
