By the time Vyan finally reached into the Walver medical camp area, he was greeted by thankful cries, instead of the wailing lamentations he had expected.
"Your Grace, thank you so much for bringing a savior like Her Highness to us!" one of them cried out.
"Huh?" Vyan blinked, trying to process the unexpected gratitude.
"We know that Her Highness wouldn't have come here to our rescue if it wasn't for your earnest request," another chimed in. "So thank you so much for it!"
I wish my intentions were as pure as they think, Vyan thought, his stomach doing somersaults at the irony. It wasn't his intention to get any spotlight.
Bringing Althea here was more about political maneuvering than saving lives, but who was he to spoil their illusions?
"Ah, it was nothing much. I did what I could—" Vyan began, attempting a modest tone.
"You even sent us doctors as soon as you heard of the news," someone else piped up.