Colonel Vane could barely see, but he knew there was someone in front of him, standing.
"Sir—" he called sluggishly, unable to discern who it was.
"Take him." 'Grayson,' said intimidating Colonel Vane.
"Sir, what—"
Hearing his voice, Colonel Vane realized that he was facing the semi-transformed Grayson. But even if Colonel Vane, he still recognized how absurd it was for Grayson to say this.
After all, glancing to his side, it seemed that Grayson was entrusting Neville's safety and care to him.
But why?
Grayson had no reason to entrust Neville, his boyfriend, to a stranger.
Then, when Colonel Vane looked around, he finally realized that he was still in a battle. He was thrown far away and hit his head. No wonder he could taste the blood from his lips.
Without waiting for Colonel Vane to snap away, 'Grayson' ordered in a commanding tone, "Take him and get that circlet off."
"Yes, sir."
