Luka never wanted things to go this far. He planned to kill the knight in the future, but right now, it wasn't possible. Luvia's actions forced him to accept the situation, and thus he went all out in his effort to criminalise the knight.
He guided Galatea back to her room away from the corridor quickly, before the knights or anyone else noticed the change in her movements.
Though she tried to walk normally, it was painfully obvious she was uncomfortable.
'This beautiful woman...'
Luka couldn't help but admire Galatea as she kept her chin high, retaining her pride as her blue eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the pain.
Her fingers rested lightly against his sleeve as if she were merely accepting formal support. Yet every few steps, her weight shifted against him, and the faint tension in her body told another story.
'Stubborn, but lovable woman.'
He slowed his pace as naturally as possible, hoping she didn't notice and become upset.
