After placing Isabella gently on the bed and tucking her in, Alan quietly returned to the great hall.
Seeing Alan come back, Francis trembled slightly—afraid he might start beating him again.
He honestly didn't have the strength to keep tangling with Alan anymore.
Alan walked up to him and extended a hand. "Sorry about earlier."
Francis let out a huge sigh of relief.
"I knew it! I didn't provoke your sister or anything! She saw how badly I was hurt and just started crying on her own."
He reached out and let Alan pull him up from the ground.
Then, eyeing Alan curiously, he asked, "What spell did you use just now? That was terrifying!"
"Light Sword Spell," Alan replied.
"Light element, huh? No wonder it was so fast and aggressive. I couldn't defend against it at all!" Francis said, visibly more relaxed.
Getting beaten by both Alice and Alan in such a short time was a major blow to his pride.
