"Shut up!" This time, it was Captain Keynes who cut him off.
The captain's voice wasn't loud, and it was filled with exhaustion, yet it carried a heavy authority.
Another, more lightly injured guard struggled to move closer. As he tore strips of cloth to hastily bandage Lelas's burst-open wounds, he couldn't help but snarl,
"Elvin the Mage, no matter what, you shouldn't have said what you did! If... if that monster really takes an interest in our world..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident. The other guards also turned to glare at Elvin with hatred.
Elvin's face was as pale as a sheet, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I... I didn't... I was just..." Elvin stammered incoherently.
"Enough," Keynes said again. "What's done is done. Lelas, conserve your Physical Strength; your wounds need to be treated. Elvin..."
He paused, finally turning his gaze to the ashen-faced young Mage, his expression complex.
