Knowing the other party had already left, Allen let out a breath of relief. He summoned a Three-Eyed Shadow Raven and sent it flying into the cave so it could safely scout the situation inside in his place.
"Why has this guy come back to the mortal world again, and at a time like this... Hm? There's no one inside..." Allen frowned. "Bellatrix took Tom and the others and ran? Or was it Herpo? Just for Tom?"
"Because of you and me." Luna's ethereal voice sounded somewhat eerie against the dark, bloody temple.
"We'll talk in a moment..." Allen's gaze swept over Luna's foot, which was stepping in a pool of blood that had already grown cold because of the weather. He opened his pouch, rummaged through it, and took out a silk handkerchief. His pale, slender finger tapped lightly on the handkerchief, transforming it into a fluffy slipper identical in style to the one Luna had originally been wearing.
"Lift your foot. Put this on first... You'd better not catch a cold right now, in case you need to take Potions..." Allen bent down, cast a spell to clean the blood from Luna's foot, then slipped the slipper onto it. He also had the fur at the back wrap around her heel to keep her from getting chilled. He felt a little moved, understanding that Luna must have gotten up in too much of a hurry.
"Master..." Only now did Lucius recover from the pressure of the Grim Reaper's incarnation. He reminded Allen of his presence with some Awkwardness. His heart was full of unease, regret, and shock. It seemed he had heard things he should not have heard—such as the name Herpo just now.
If he had not misunderstood, or if there was not some second Herpo just