"Don't worry about it; just trust me."
And so, hearing her young master say this, Isabelle had no words to say.
Who told her to be just a maid? The only thing she could do now was to focus, obey, and make sure no one harmed her young master.
Thinking of this, under her hood, her pupils turned a shade of red, ready to act at a moment's notice.
And Lyra beside her, sensing this change of aura, also began to stir her manaheart, getting ready to act at any moment.
A move that made Damien in front have a wry smile
"Sigh… why do the people around me seem to be fighting maniacs?"
However, despite thinking this, he did not stop them, as he too began to mobilize his mana and aura cores.
After all, there was no one-hundred percent secure plan.
Rather, they needed to be ready to forcefully break through if things went south.
"Heh, at worst, that guy Garrick will take the fall for it."
