Chapter 45: Ivalyn

Iris stared in awe and disbelief, her heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. Who was this young boy, and how had he come to possess such a weapon?

The boy approached her cautiously, his expression a mix of concern and determination. He extended a hand, offering assistance to the fallen lady. "Are you hurt, milady?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with an air of maturity that belied his youthful appearance.

Iris hesitated for a moment, her eyes shifting between the boy and the lifeless creature at her side. With a trembling hand, she reached out and grasped his offered hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

When she was up, he shifted his eyes towards the maid and then to the way they came from. "Are there others?" he inquired as if already knowing the answer and when she nodded he left quickly without saying any more words.