Kressiel, who just ca in less than a minute ago: "..." Shattered.
Ann Vaughn, drinking water to calm down on the side: "..." If only those words were directed at her.
Kressiel silently turned to Ann Vaughn, raised her hand, and greeted her, "What a coincidence."
"It is quite the coincidence." Ann Vaughn nodded slightly, then quickly threw her a "save " glance, but when she turned her head back, her expression was back to being expressionless.
"?" Kressiel was stunned for a mont, was she seeking help from her?
Could it be that there’s so danger here with Warren Vance?
Kressiel did not realize that the most dangerous person was right in front of her. Pondering the aning of Ann Vaughn’s earlier look, she then spoke to Warren Vance.
"Brother Warren, my dication is still with Miss Vaughn, and I haven’t retrieved it. Can you let her take to get it?"
Warren Vance lifted his gaze from the book, looking gently at Kressiel, "Are you ill?"
"It’s an old ailnt." This was the first ti Kressiel heard Warren speaking so gently to her, and her heart couldn’t help but flutter.
But the next words from Warren instantly plunged her into hell.
"Since it can’t be cured, why not just die straightforwardly."
The words were spoken in a gentle tone, yet they were chilling to the bone, freezing one to their core.
Kressiel’s face imdiately turned deathly pale, retreating a few steps in disbelief, her figure wavering.
Just as his words fell, Quinn Bishop moved behind Kressiel. Raising his hand in a knife-hand strike, he was about to slash at the back of Kressiel’s neck!
Ann Vaughn caught sight of this, her pretty face suddenly changing color. She hurriedly rushed forward, pulling Kressiel behind her and blocking Quinn Bishop’s attack!
Quinn Bishop’s strike was made with full force, intended for Kressiel’s certain death, leaving no room for leniency. The swift, fierce, and accurate move couldn’t be retracted in ti.
As the knife-hand strike landed, Ann Vaughn’s face went pale instantly, as if she heard the sound of bones cracking, her body shook violently.
Pain...
Quinn Bishop’s face turned even whiter, almost literally, his eyes filled with panic and fear.
Damn!
"Ann Vaughn!" Kressiel turned back to see this scene, almost falling onto the sofa in shock, hastily trying to support Ann Vaughn’s slightly swaying body.
But a pair of hands moved faster than Kressiel, with fingers a bit unnaturally pale, supporting Ann Vaughn’s shoulders, guiding her to sit on the nearby sofa.
With a "bang", Quinn Bishop knelt on one knee, his forehead covered in sweat, "Master, I did not intend to harm the Princess, please punish !"
"You should be punished." Warren Vance’s indifference and smile completely faded, his dark red eyes deepening ominously.
Ann Vaughn was in so much pain that her lips trembled slightly, her ears buzzing, only discerning what Warren had said after a while.
"I rushed up on my own, it’s not his fault." Enduring the piercing pain in her arm, Ann Vaughn spoke slowly, "It was also my request for Kressiel to help , if not for , she wouldn’t have made a mistake. If you must punish, aim it at ."
Hearing Ann Vaughn plead for her, a trace of surprise flashed in Quinn Bishop’s eyes.
Warren Vance did not respond to her words, instead lifting the disarranged sleeve on her right side. Upon seeing the rapidly swelling, bruised area, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Quinn, get the dicine."
"Yes!" Knowing he narrowly escaped this disaster, Quinn Bishop felt elated and imdiately fetched the dicine box.
Kressiel stood beside, unsure of what to do, but knowing Ann Vaughn just saved her, otherwise, she might have died from Quinn’s strike.
She decisively offered her hand to Ann Vaughn, "Here, if it hurts, bite !"
Ann Vaughn was almost amused by her expression of noble sacrifice, but the stabbing pain in her arm prevented any smile, so she barely tugged at her lips.
Damn.
Playing the hero feels great.
The aftermath feels like a crematorium.
Warren Vance glanced sideways at the obstructing Kressiel, but said nothing more, taking the dicine box handed by Quinn Bishop, just about to apply it on Ann Vaughn when she evaded!
"Dying of pain here is at most dying of pain, going back to Gothasen with you is worse than death. I’d rather die here." Ann Vaughn gritted her teeth, bending over to alleviate so of the pain in her arm.
The fine sweat on her forehead increased, soaking her sideburns.
Warren Vance’s outstretched hand paused mid-air, watching her stubborn and defiant deanor, remaining silent.
Quinn Bishop was anxious on the side, worried that Warren Vance, if in a bad mood, would really take Ann Vaughn’s life, leaving no room for regret.
"Princess..."
"After applying the dicine, you can leave." Before Quinn Bishop could finish his words, Warren Vance’s calm voice interrupted, shocking him to the point his eyebrows almost fell off.
... It seed he understood less and less of his master’s mind.
Through the imnse pain, Ann Vaughn faintly heard Warren Vance’s words, looking up at him with eyes filled with hopeful gleam, "Really?"
Is he really this easy to talk to?
"Mm." Warren Vance lowered his eyes, lifting her arm, slowly spreading the ointnt evenly over her injured area, leaving nothing behind.
Kressiel, crouched beside Ann Vaughn, blinked repeatedly, unable to comprehend the shock she felt inside.
She could tell from all the rejections she’s faced from Warren Vance over the years what kind of temper he had.
Yet, usually, even if he disliked her, he would only coldly avoid, not utter such hurtful words as earlier.
Simply for saying she wanted to take Ann Vaughn away...
She nearly lost her life.
For the first ti, Kressiel clearly and profoundly recognized that Warren Vance truly did not like her at all.
His likes probably lie in the hands of Ann Vaughn, soone who could change his mind with just a word, anxiety, and compromise for her.
Ann Vaughn found it incredibly unreal, watching Warren Vance earnestly administer the dicine, lightly furrowing her brows.
Warren Vance... is he soone who would yield so easily?
Could he be plotting so kind of sche to betray her behind her back?
With this in mind, Ann Vaughn’s guard stayed up until Warren Vance lowered her hand, gently saying, "All done."
"Then what you said earlier..." Ann Vaughn looked at him and asked.
Warren Vance casually put the ointnt back in the dicine box, turned to see her kitten-like careful expression, and couldn’t help but lightly wipe the sweat on her temple with his thumb.
His fingers were cold, like a piece of ice, more like the chilly winter wind.
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