Carl frowned.
"Relax, man. Take a proper rest — you just escaped the brink of death. Don't waste all my effort saving you."
Ramos was finally able to see everything clearly. His expression grew a bit bewildered when he realized his savior was Carl.
He nodded and rested for a moment. Then he looked up, his voice filled with gratitude.
"I'm honored to meet you, Lord Carl and Lady Wynne… my saviors."
Carl clicked his tongue, annoyed.
"Drop the formality. Get to the point — or did you already forget what you said before?"
Ramos snapped back to his senses, his face turning serious as he knelt on the ground, speaking urgently:
"I beg you… please, save my prince."
However, from Ramos's voice, Carl could feel hesitation — as if even he didn't have much hope left in the ones saving him.
Carl rubbed his chin.
"Tell me everything."
Ramos quickly explained what his group had gone through since they set foot in this land.
