"H-Hey, what are we going to do now? We ran away, but the slave traders will not let us leave so easily. Do you have some way to save us?"
Sally asked in a terrified voice.
One thing she was sure about was that Layla was not any ordinary kid. Her dignified mannerisms and stoic image made her seem like an elite who was here to check things out.
And that gave her hope that she would be saved as well.
After all, someone like Layla must have people coming to save her. Her maid must have contacted the house, backing them for more people.
"Hey, miss, aren't you asking too much from a kid like me? First of all, you both are not my responsibility to save and even if you do get saved because you were with me, once your crimes come to light, do you think you will be fine?"
Layla asked, and the joy that Sally felt quickly turned to dread.
