Under their hostile gazes, Renshaw found himself speechless.
'Well, shit'
He thought, forcing himself to maintain composure.
"W-Well, you see, the issue is that we were given another miss—"
He was cut off abruptly. Lugh, of all people, stepped forward, speaking with an eloquence that didn't belong to him.
His voice was calm and soft, yet disturbingly devoid of emotion.
"We do have a mission to protect the Prince"
He began.
"However, what good is a Prince without his people? After realizing how wrong we were for rejecting your request, we followed you in secret, intending to provide aid when necessary."
'Nice one, kid'
Renshaw mentally applauded.
Lyra's expression was unreadable beneath her helmet, but if they could see through her mask, they'd have caught a glimpse of her rare frown.
Lugh, ever the strategist, decided to press his advantage. Without hesitation, he removed his helmet.
