187 Pointy bois

"Just wait and watch," Samur said (in Azell's voice) bemusedly.

Hmm, now that he thought about it, Lecia had been awfully quiet even though her precious hero Azell had come to save her.

'Don't tell me she's so ecstatic that she cannot even speak?' Samur scowled.

If that indeed was the case, that would be a yikes from him. Because that meant that there were chances that Lecia would turn into a mentally unstable obsessive 'yandere' for Azell, who would stop at nothing to get him to stay by her side.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine. Good thing he masked his voice.

Samur conjured another ice spear and made it float right in front of Tristan's face.

As the kidnapper gulped, Samur asked Lecia, "Are you alright?"

Leica, who was still bound to the chair and had her eyes covered, flinched.

"Did he do anything else to you?" Samur asked in a cold voice as he doused the healing potion on where Tristan had plunged the knife.