"You're Emil?" Owen asked.
"Yes, honorable Lord Envoy, if you prefer speaking from down there, you don't need to come out," Grand Archpriest Emil said thoughtfully.
"Move aside, we'll come out right away."
Owen climbed out of the cellar and, upon seeing Grand Archpriest Emil, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I thought I'd never see you all again."
"Lord Envoy!" Emil's eyes instantly turned red.
So, Lord Envoy was this worried about them.
It had to be true—the dragon must have been sent by the Lord Envoy.
Not only Emil, but all the other followers of the Goddess of Wine thought the same.
They looked at Owen with eyes full of gratitude and reverence.
"Are you hurt?" Owen noticed their wounds. "I have bandages and antiseptic. Here, let me treat you."
"Boo hoo, Envoy of the Goddess of Wine, you're so kind!" One of the followers couldn't hold back his tears and started crying.