Saleen continued crafting the javelins while Don silently healed his own injuries. Sika walked into the tent and looked at Isabella, who was lying on a carpet.
"Isabella, you aren't blaming Saleen for keeping that guy around are you?" Sika sat beside Isabella, who felt rather warm inside. She was developing a sense of security she had been robbed of for a long time.
"His highness was afraid that I'd be hurt," Isabella cautiously answered. She could not have blamed Saleen's way of going about it. She was right beside Don. He was powerful enough to kill her without having to do much.
"Don is useful to Saleen. The contract is signed, so he can't hurt the old man for the time being. Did Don do anything to hurt you?" Sika was being straightforward with her questions. However, coming from someone like Sika, most people would feel that she was being a simpleton instead of being rude.
