Getting Along with Death

Those words were quite solemn and would have a perfect score in theatricality, there was still an indescribable silliness when it was mouthed from what looked like the flatfish's gills.

No one could stay serious at that.

Even so, Mufasa's words still gave Gerald pause.

The young knight knew that he was right.

As the heir of the McCobley family, he was a trusted supporter of the Lancaster Mayor even though he was a knight of the lowest rank amongst nobles. In fact, he might actually hold better authority and privileges compared to barons of remote, impoverished districts.

That was also why he had been trained strictly at a young age, diligently refining his sword skills every day and hence gaining formidable swordcraft and aura before he was independent.

But he had never faced desperation, or a real, cruel fight in the truest sense of the term.