“That’s fair. I still have no clue why Fotia insists on ‘protecting me’ and whatnot. I mean, what do i need protection from? That mob of angry villagers?” Iris’s eyes widened at the sentence he just said. “Key, I think there’s a mob after us.”
(I BROUGHT BACK THE NICKNAME. Also Iris has no clue what I have planned for him mwahahahahaha)