"...But don't touch me, Elo. This is my first command as your king: do not harass me or my companions."
Aiwass reached out and swatted Elo's hand away from his arm.
He was somewhat losing his composure.
He had just helped Elo Chief up, and Elo's hand had slid up Aiwass's forearm to his upper arm, seemingly about to move towards his chest.
—What to do, the illusion of a barbaric alien race mercenary grows stronger.
"Of course, of course, my king... is that what I should call you?"
Elo wasn't bothered by Aiwass's prohibition, but she immediately obeyed the command, refraining from further touches.
Her eyes looked subtly at Aiwass — the bloodline trait from the Path of Authority had already informed her who was the King of the Winged Ones.
That was the Savior predetermined in the bloodline of the Avianfolk.
It was the obedience mark inherited from their Winged Ones' bloodline!
