The elf boy's sudden display of seriousness made Owen feel a bit embarrassed.
"You don't need to do this," he hurriedly helped Sylvanses to his feet. "Honestly, I was just trying to save myself too."
"After all, the Envoy of the Death is way too powerful."
"Haha, I had a selfish thought, too—if anyone ever bothers me, I'll just send you over, and once your charm is removed, that person will be in big trouble."
Owen was only joking, but the elf boy nodded earnestly and said, "Understood. If you want anyone's family wiped out, just say the word, and I'll go."
"…" Owen's smile froze.
This kid was a little too literal.
Quickly, he pulled out some freshly fried fries and handed them to Sylvanses as a snack.
"Wow, what's this? It's so delicious." As expected, the elf boy's attention was diverted by the tempting aroma of the snack.
Crisis averted.
