'W-What should I do? Call papa? I can't. Can princess of light help me? Will she help me?' Claire is on the ground, shivering as she is crying non-stop. Suddenly, she feels a touch on her shoulder. 'She is here!' Claire opens her eyes in anticipation that Mikaela is here to help her. But her hope was crushed when she saw a short boy with greasy hair.
"Are you okay?" Karl asks.
"Uwaaa!" She starts to cry even louder.
"H-Hey! Calm down." Everyone around them started to throw suspicious glances at them.
"I-I wanted my princess to come and help but instead I got this child. Uwaa!"
Karl clenches his fist in anger as he is genuinely pissed. He grabs her head. "Look. I am older than you and I don't have time for your bullshit. The princess that you hoped to save you is there." Karl turns Clarie's head towards Mikaela and Estha. Their eyes meet. "Look at those eyes. Are those eyes of an saviour? Or are those eyes of an person looking at an insignificant being such as an cockroach?"
