"Gawain!"
Woodworth's respectful tone towards the queen changed abruptly as he turned to Gawain and growled.
"You needn't sortie, I have already called up troops from Oxford, and we will soon pursue the Prophesied Child!"
Woodworth bared his teeth at his fellow clansman Knight, who intended to take the mission from him.
"There is no chance for you to step in here! Stand back!"
The clan leader of Woodworth's rebuke did not intimidate Gawain, an Elf of the Tusk Clan.
"Whether I have a chance to step in is not for you to decide, but for Her Majesty to decide," Gawain replied with a calmness that contrasted with Woodworth, "I suggest an offensive not to steal your task, but to ensure absolute success."
"After all, you let the target get away, didn't you?"
At that, Woodworth couldn't help but flare up.
"Cool down, Woodworth," Aurora intervened at just the right moment, "I understand your feelings very well, but Gawain is right. The decision is up to Her Majesty, not you."
