"Umm..." Skylar coughed awkwardly as he scratched his head: "Do… Do you need a companion? Maybe someone who can detect lies."
Dante lowered the map and stared sharply at Skylar.
"A what?"
Skylar explained: "You know, someone who can magically heal your injuries! Imagine it, while doing a mission as a mercenary, you are now at the verge of death, but your healer uses a magical spell that saves your life! How lucky would you be to have such a person."
Dante hissed: "Don't even think about it."
Of course, Dante understood what Skylar was trying to say—he was talking about none other than Elizabeth.
Why would he take her with him? He wasn't interested in having companions.
Skylar's expression darkened: "She… She doesn't have anyone beside her now. And she was raised in an orphanage, which means she doesn't even have a place to return to either. She needs someone to travel with... Until she reaches a good town at least."
Dante's face twitched: "And why don't you be that one?"
