Chapter 38: Remora
"Sigh, do I have to? Can't I just leave them?"
"Stop that—didn't you say she reminded you of your mother?"
Elian scratched the back of his head briskly. It looked almost comical as his metallic skin shrieked from his gestures.
This feels like having to babysit someone else's kids or something.
"Return."
Summoning all his flying axes, Elian caught them, holstering each along his belt. Given the nature of Magic bags, it could be used to explain the makeshift equipment made just this second.
He then walked towards the breaker party only to smell a foul odor. Elian followed the scent and saw the archer Bridget trying to cover her lower half awkwardly. It didn't reek of iron but urine. When the Archer saw Elian's gaze, she blushed scarlet and lowered her head in shame.
Not really minding it, Elian took a Health potion from Bianca's magic bag and popped the cork. He then gingerly took Bridget's hand and poured it over her wounds.
"T-Thank you, Sir Pen." she stammered, embarrassed.
Charlie seemed to have passed out on Sera's lap. Ryner gulped awkwardly, boring holes into Elian's armor.
Didn't anyone teach this bastard that staring is rude?