In the end, Evelina still saw Skinorse's group.
Skinorse didn't mind. He was always more forgiving to beautiful girls and forgot what had happened after seeing Evelina's delicate features. Instead, he started worrying over her injuries.
"Oh, you seem to be heavily wounded. Are you okay? Do you need Moya to check?"
Hearing that, Priest Moya couldn't help but scoff. She shot a look at Skinorse. Even though Skinorse and Irvan didn't say anything after coming back, Moya was skilled and could tell what was wrong with someone at a glance.
For example, she could tell where Irvan was hurt by how he walked. Skinorse also looked like an unconfident pervert. Moya had a basic idea of what had happened after asking some more questions.
Seeing Skinorse like this now, she felt that he was beyond saving.
Irvan had escaped early this morning. What had happened yesterday had traumatized him. He couldn't face anyone who knew the details.
