High Elf Romilson stood dazedly on the beach.
From the corner of his vision, he saw the black-robed Magician leave quietly. He did not know who that Magician was or why he would help them. He'd even sensed a dark aura from the Magician's magic, but Romilson didn't want to stop him.
No matter who he was, he had saved them and that was a fact. Romilson knew he wasn't a match for the Magician either.
The sea breeze blew by, and the crashing of waves traveled to his ears constantly. He stood for a good ten minutes before he finally recovered and went back to Link's side.
Link was sitting on the beach now. Princess Milda was still leaning in his arms. Her clothing was a bit disorderly with two Mithril tubes reached inside her collar. There was a thin aura of blood coming from her.
"How is she?" Romilson asked. He could see that the princess was much better. Her breathing was more stable, and the darkness of her pallor had faded to nothing.
