"They should have been back by now," Minerva said, worried.
Reynold, who had been nervously fidgeting, abruptly stood. "I'll go check on them."
"I'm coming with you!" Lua said, stepping up beside him.
Before leaving, Reynold turned toward King, hesitating. "Aren't you coming?"
"Should I?" King arched a brow, his tone indifferent.
Lua shot King a sharp glare before grabbing Reynold's arm and pulling him forward. "Let's go. They might be in danger."
"R-Right!" Reynold stuttered, hurrying ahead.
Minerva rose from her seat, preparing to follow, but King's voice stopped her.
"Lady Minerva, I don't believe it's necessary to intervene just yet," he said.
Minerva frowned, her gaze narrowing in confusion. "They're clearly at risk."
"I'm aware," King replied calmly. "And that's exactly the point. They're too naive. A little shock might do them good."