Kaeliyus' eyes spread wide, gazing in shock at his young Lord, mirroring the expressions of the villagers.
"What is it my Lord," he asked, voice thick with fear and concern—confusion etched vividly on his features.
What could have just happened? He didn't even let his young Lord out of his sight nor did anyone dangerous get near him, so what? Kaeliyus' nerves shunned with nervous fear and worry.
Muffled gasps ripped out of the villagers, murmurs escaping as they themselves were puzzled about what could have happened.
However, Seiya, for whom they were worried, straightened up from his hunched posture, wiping the blood stain from his mouth with casual ease like it was nothing.
Kaeliyus' gaze remained glued to Seiya, rooted in place from shock that he couldn't even bring himself to react. Only when Seiya's gaze flickered between them, wondering why they had all gone stiff, did Kaeliyus regain himself to speak.
