"Most certainly," Valarie said, nodding. "The enemy is concerned that dealing with you will get more difficult as you grow stronger."
Zavier scratched the back of his head, distressed, and depressed.
Valarie gently patted the top of his head and comfortingly stated, "Relax, I'll fix it. I will create a barrier to conceal your aura, which is why I became one of your guards."
This action reminded Zavier of the annoying but cute girl, and he unconsciously remembered the clones who were eaten by the black slime. His sick experiences and emotions caused him to frown.
He and the clones acted as Hansa's guards in the previous perilous environment, but then something awful happened.
"What's the matter with you? Where are you having trouble?" Valarie noticed his painful expression and inquired worriedly.
"Guardians like you, are they okay?" Zavier inquired after a brief pause.