20 Chapter 19

I watch as the blonde boy trips but lands safely at the end. "Woah!!" Jamil shouts, seeming to have enjoyed the entertainment. I can't help but sigh in relief, a smile crawling up on my face as the boy cheers at his survival. I didn't want another death on my conscience after all. Because the Master didn't take fault; we did.

Morgin turns to face me as a slight chuckle escapes my lips. As if there's something on my face or something wrong with me. For a moment, I seem to have forgotten the life I live. His cold red orbs send me back into reality. My face softens, a pout, before becoming stiff in an emotionless expression. It's as I settle into that scowl that a door opens up underneath the odd boy. He falls, to what I'm certain will be his death.

"Pity.. I liked him.." Jamil comments, but I know he's joking. To him, this was nothing. "Oh well! Who's next?" As I thought, he's back to his usual self. "Morgin?" He eyes the boy down with a cold, green glare.

Morgin steps forward, taking a whiff of the air as he observes the scene. He takes off into the trap, his body seeming to dance as he dodges each and every one before gracefully landing at the end. This time with no opening door.

We're all impressed. I can see the way Jamil gawks at him, speechless. Next Goltas steps forward, what spikes came for him he grabs before they hit him. His strength is indeed useful, but he struggles to fit between the bars.

Then it's my turn. Having seen them all do it, I'm confident, but I can't stop trembling. At least inside I'm nervous, outwardly I just appeared numb. A part of me hoped one might take me away from this life, but a fear of death still contained me. I managed to dodge them all and nearly collapsed at the end. Morgin catches me, helping me stand as I grasp onto Goltas's arm. We stare at our Lord, awaiting his command.

Carefully, Jamil steps through. Seems the trap had run its course and is all done. Either that or none of them dared to touch him. He reaches the end, calmly and completely composed. "You miss me," he jokes, pulling out the small bag of corn to give each of us a bit. I feel a tight pain in my chest. A part of me really wishes he might've died back there, but it slowly relieved itself as he wrapped his arms around me. Giving me a tight squeeze as he let out a sigh, it relieved what worries he had moments before.

Keeping one arm around me, we head on. This time Morgin took the lead, holding out the lantern. "Morgin, How did you avoid all those holes? It was incredible!"

"I could smell the stench of death coming from them," the fanaris replied as if it was nothing. As if it was the most boring thing we'd ever heard. Jamil patted him on the back then turned to look at Goltas.

"Wow, and Goltas could grab the spikes from above. You two are much more useful than that kid!" He wraps his arms around my waist, placing a kiss on my cheek, "And (y/n)'s pretty face beats him in usefulness. Don't you agree?" He asks the two who only nod. Neither a yes or a no would be appropriate in this situation.

I notice the young Magi twitch in Goltas's arms. He's stirring, and I tap my Lord's shoulder. "Oh, is he awake?" Jamil asks. We all come to a halt. The boy's bright blue eyes burst open and seem frightened, then confused. He seems to ask 'What's going on?', but no words fall from his lips.

"Oh, I'm sure you're confused. Don't worry, you were passed out earlier, and I helped you. We've been keeping you safe since then. Are you feeling better?" Jamil leaves out the details. You know, using him to become king, stealing his flute, killing his slave, and so forth.

His blue orbs glance around before landing on me. He must've recognized me from that day because his features immediately lit up.