Knocking At the Door of the Prison

Xion dragged Allen away before making his way toward the hidden corridor, completely unaware of the angry glare settled on his back.

"Are you okay?" Xion asked the silent Allen.

Allen was more than just okay. He was giddy, and it was evident in the way his eyes shone. "Yes. Thank you."

Xion waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it. Don't let them bully you like this."

Allen nodded along. It wasn't that he did not want to, he just couldn't. Perhaps it was his instinct trained by his childhood, but his body felt frozen.

That was until a small frame protected him. It really was a blessing to know Xion.

When Xion's anger calmed down, he sighed, "Let's go back, or His Highness might get angry."

Then they returned back.

The people who had been stretching their ears to listen to their conversation were already laughing and talking with others. It really was like a stage where the actors played their roles to perfection.