The moon elf lord informed his newly arrived underlings what they are missing out.
"Ah, I also want to let you know that we will have 52 new comrades and we-" Luis' abruptly stopped after hearing the familiar masculine voice.
As if on cue, the male that has been his source of heart fluttering frustration these past few days, arrived.
"Are you fine over there, moon elf lord? Don't stress yourself over that chick, it is still young just like Nine." says Xagrien, his voice has a tinge of worry. He followed the bearer after seeing that Luis is taking a long time to catch the chick.
Even though the bearer is the moon elf lord, he couldn't stop himself from worrying.
What if he is struck with an accident?
What if he met powerful mystical beasts and was caught in a deadlock against it?
Xagrien's mind is totally occupied by the bearer and he feels helpless about it.
R.I.P. Marshall and Millions.