Diana slowly woke, and the first thing she saw was someone wearing a black helmet.
Instinctively, she reached for the Sword of Vulcan, ready to defend herself.
"Princess, I'm your prince consort."
Allen lifted his visor, revealing what he considered a handsome smile, though it was actually rather sleazy.
"So it's you."
Diana closed her eyes and let out a soft breath.
"Hey, hey, hey, why do you look so disappointed? Am I not handsome enough?" Allen asked indignantly.
"Mm..."
Diana answered softly.
"Uh... my heart has been crushed into powder like a bag of crispy noodles."
Allen clutched his chest with one hand and rummaged under his armpit with the other. "I'll put on some makeup and knock you dead with how handsome I look."
Diana watched quietly as Allen pulled out a pen and began scribbling all over his face.
Before long, he put the pen away and stuffed it back under his armpit.
"Handsome, right?"
Allen furrowed his brows slightly and gave her an intense stare. Pretending to be profound, he pointed at his face and explained, "Char-is-ma-tic."
Diana was instantly left in a complete mess.
He had actually written "charismatic" on his face.
"Why was I unconscious?"
Diana stared at him, already guessing that Allen might have had something to do with it.
"You were poisoned. I was the one who detoxified you." Allen's gaze shifted evasively, and his tone became a little awkward.
"You poisoned me?"
"It was friendly fire."
Faced with Diana's icy stare, Allen remained perfectly calm.
"Why does my throat feel sticky?" Diana rubbed her neck, trying to swallow the sensation down.
"Maybe you drank seawater. It was too salty, so it caused excessive saliva production."
"Really?"
"Really."
Allen tilted his head toward the sky, no longer daring to meet her eyes.