Lumiere's POV
His hand hovered over Johan's body.
I took my mana away from Johan. A drop of mana-infused liquid fell from his stretched claw tips, soaking into Johan's skin. A healing potion. It must be his apology. Johan's wounds visibly lightened.
"You didn't have to," I finally answered. The sons of the Sun-God had always tried to reduce the damage even when they weren't at fault. It was admirable.
Johan was a Beta who dared to fight a knight of the deadly sins. It was common knowledge not to engage, and more common to know one couldn't defeat even one alone.
But my Johan had always been impulsive.
"We should maintain the balance," he ran his hand through his hair, and it seemed to glow faintly as he did. "My knight had no visible injuries. This is fair."
His knight was only mentally displaced. I exhaled. Knowing a thing about mental struggles made me responsible for this knight. "Take care of him."
"I will."
"Would you care to tell me your name?"
"Wraven."
