Lead the other world.

"Weiner, Zain, Gilua. Thank you for your time."

As leader of the Knights of the Radatome Empire and king Claire-Lunakenig, three knights, known as the 'Guardian Knights', the title of the Knights of the Radatome Empire from the throne to the throne, were kneeling their heads deeply down.

"Do, it's Zain. I heard the story, but it looks like you captured the girl who signed with the Spirit alive."

"Yes."

And Claire narrowed her eyes and continued the conversation, glancing at Zayn, who replied with her head down.

"I thought I told you to keep taking the elf child away from me last time? Let me ask you why you did that until you ignored my mission."

With that being said, Claire turned her eyes to Zain, whose air looked frighteningly trembling intimidation and silver. Kneeling right at the intimidation, Gilua was inadvertently breathlessly stiffening her body.

But Zayn raised his face under Claire's intimidation, but not willingly, and stared back into Claire's eyes with her uncanny Amber eyes.

"She had the power of the Spirit more powerful than the power of the faint Spirit that the son of the grabbed elf had enclosed. When we engaged her and her covenant Spirit, we decided that the power of the Spirit of one of the girls was surely more powerful than the power of the Spirit extracted from the dozens of Elf sons, and we took the liberty of making a decision to ensure that the Commander was more satisfied."

For a while Claire stared at Zayn intimidating, but when she looked back so straight and made sure there were no lies or falsehoods in the language of Zayn she spoke, she lifted the intimidation and became a calm eye.

"Hmm, well, let's just say that. It's too late for tonight. Let your body rest today. All three of you stay back."

"May I have one?"

As Weiner and Gilua stood up, Zayn spoke to Claire, who stared at Zayn with an astonishing look.

"What?"

"I have something to say about the treatment of girls."

Claire asked Zain after she saw Weiner and Gilua walk away from the throne room as they were, saying it had nothing to do with her.

"It's rare to have an opinion from you. Let me tell you something."

"I was wondering if she'd rather let me use the power of the Spirit in a way that asks for help as a guest than being forced to take away her powers by torture or something"

To the words Claire narrowed her eyes again and stared at Zain.

Let me ask you why.

"If she asks about the circumstances, she will surely help. And I was wondering if I could draw more power from it than I could force myself to."

And Claire exhaled, looking down at Zayn with cold eyes.

"I got the story. Treat me as a guest for a while until I'm ready."

"Really...... Okay."

Then he stood up and Zain lowered his head again to Claire before leaving the throne room behind. And no one knows that Zain, who turned his back on Claire, had the same look that he had come up with somewhere.

- Whoa, whoa.

I was guessing Zayn was worried about something and had a chat with Tia, who was waiting just outside the throne room, before finishing dinner. Zayn was up the spiral stairs of the tower.

And when he got to the desired floor, Zain was heavy, clouding his expression and stopping in front of the room for a deep breath.

"Okay......"

Zain knocked on the door and spoke with a slightly smaller voice.

"El, it's me. You got a minute?

Then an unexpectedly bright voice returned from across the door.

"Wait a minute!

Then I was worried that Zain would fall into the footsteps of Elle, who was weak from across the door and came towards me on a small run, but that worry opened the door with concern.

"Brother, I missed you!

"Oops."

And Elle, with a full grin from the open door, held Zain in momentum.

Zain stopped holding Elle and clouded her expression for a moment that she still couldn't feel her weight because of Elle's illness, but she was a little happy and grinned at her mouth.

"I'm sorry I couldn't show you my face inside. Shall I show my face a little more now?"

"Yeah, thanks brother!

And Zain held Elle as he rubbed over with joy, letting him sit in the chair in the room and in the chair opposite him.

Sitting down, Elle thanked Zain for her softness, but she was shaking one person loosely from left to right in a slightly stiff chair and uncommonly restless.

"Something's in a good mood today. Is something wrong?

Elle smiled happily at her mouth when Zayn asked concerned.

"Me, I made friends! It's called a citrus. Let me hear you talk a lot."

Clouding his expression for a moment on the word citrus, Zayn was listening with a gavel to Elle happily talk about his conversation with citrus.

Then a while later, Zain, who was talking to Elle, took his seat and put his hands gently on Elle's head.

"Good for you. But keep it to yourself. If we talk, my men won't find us. I'll do my job."

"Yeah, watch out! But your brother should get some rest. You don't look so good."

"Right...... Okay, I'll be right to bed today. Bye, I'll be back."

"Good night, brother."

"Good night, El."

Zain, who exchanged words and followed Elle's room, exhaled with a complex expression and looked at the hallway ceiling for a while before returning to his room.