“Forget the last words. Just answer the questions I ask.”
The voice wasn’t raised, yet the snake-man visibly flinched.
That “something” radiating from the man, overflowing and filling the space, was likely what this world called magical power.
Even though I had never used it myself, I could feel the same kind of power within me. It was unmistakable just how potent and concentrated his energy was.
The grip on my arm weakened, and I wrenched myself free.
The snake-man didn’t even notice. All his attention was focused on the man slowly descending into the courtyard.
“A sweet little voice kept calling me. Worn out but determined, it called for help with enough force to nearly pull me under. So, I followed it. What do I find? A suspiciously thick barrier covering this remote mansion. Tell me that doesn’t reek of something shady.”
A luxurious sword was now in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. The blade, casually raised, pointed straight at the snake-man’s throat despite the distance.
The sharpness in his almond-shaped eyes was unmatched.
“I am Isaac Garcia Berlios, Commander of the Sacred Knights, bearer of the King’s Sword bestowed by His Majesty Calestia.
Viscount Gaspar Negron Dominguez, I demand answers. Who is this person you’ve concealed, and for what reason have you imprisoned them?”
His presence was overwhelming.
This man—the one I had begged for help—was absolutely commanding the situation.
“I’ll give you ten seconds. Convince me, or I’ll cut you down here and now. I have every right to do so.”
His lips curled into a smirk, and arrogance radiated from him, perfectly fitting the word insolent.
The King’s Sword must signify not only the physical weapon but also supreme authority. This man held an extraordinary position of power.
As I slowly edged away from the snake-man, I began calculating my next move in this neglected corner of the scene.
If I did anything unnecessary, I might draw his attention. For now, it was best to remain invisible.
“Th-this person is… a temple… an apprentice priestess—”
“An apprentice priestess, huh? That’s funny. If this girl is an apprentice, then an archbishop with a lifetime of virtue must be a newborn. Oh, and in your domain, apprentice priestesses wear skimpy outfits and get chained up?
…Fine. I’ll give you five more seconds. See how generous I am?”
The hand not holding the sword moved slightly, the index finger curling and uncurling. Was he gesturing for me?
I moved quietly in a wide arc, careful not to make a sound.
Just a few more steps. Almost there.
“Stop!”
The snake-man finally realized what was happening and yelled.
Before his hand could reach me, I was yanked forcefully into a firm grip.
“Well, aren’t you small? Guess I’ll take care of that over time.”
“Wha—?”
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