Shrek Holmes nodded slightly. "There's no need to hold a banquet, but thanks are indeed necessary. I'll pass them along."
"Thank you very much," Lucia Artemis said.
Only after Shrek Holmes nodded in acknowledgment did she suddenly turn toward the ward and stride inside.
Shrek could sense that her feet had been trembling the entire time. The expression on her face was merely a show of composure.
If the infirmary had contained not only him and Sister Lilyan, but also certain suspects, this "Elf Princess" might not have been able to control herself.
Putting himself in her shoes, Shrek Holmes had always felt that no matter how angry a victim's companions became, it was only natural.
Thus, he followed behind Lucia and entered the ward once more. Sister Callian was explaining the Prairie Elf Dylan's injuries to another Elven team leader, MacMillan.
Lucia Artemis had arrived a step late, but Sister Callian deliberately added a few more explanations, allowing her to understand the Prairie Elf's injuries and his current condition.
"When will he wake up?" MacMillan pressed. Sister Callian shook her head. "Didn't I already tell you? He cannot possibly regain consciousness anytime soon. Forcibly waking him would only cause secondary damage to his soul."
MacMillan said agitatedly, "But if he can't wake up, how are we supposed to find out who the culprit is?"
Sister Callian glanced at him. "Which is more important, finding the culprit or ensuring his safety?"
"Of course ensuring his safety is more important," Lucia Artemis quickly interjected. "But if we don't find the culprit soon, there may be even more victims."
Professor Sylph said, "We'll strengthen security."
Lucia Artemis could not help but ask skeptically, "Security? Will that really work?"
Professor Sylph instinctively glanced at the Prairie Elf, and her words caught in her