"Prince Sylus…"
Sylus didn't raise his head, but he already knew who that was.
"Alfred…" he called out as well, not a smile on his face. "Are you here to stop me?"
Standing behind Sylus like a mysterious shadow, he bowed his head.
"I'm afraid so…"
"Did Father send you?"
"..."
Sylus couldn't help but sigh.
'Mother must have pleaded for him to interfere. But knowing Martins, I doubt that is all there is to it.'
Suddenly—
"Thank goodness you're here! G-get this person away from me; he wants to kill me! I'll kiss your foot if you do! Cross my heart."
Alfred replied, "Yes, Your Highness, that is why I'm here."
"Hahah! Can't do anything now, huh? Sylus? How does it feel to know I am about to go scot-free? Just you wait, I will hunt you for the rest of your damn life!"
Looking at him, Sylus could feel nothing but disgust.
He was so irritated, he didn't realize he had begun to sink the dagger even deeper into Lucas's skin.
Not until Lucas began begging Alfred to step in.
