[Oracle of Past] [11] [Dread]

"...We meet again, Lady Esmeray's son....

Or should I call you....

[Exiled Prince]...."

'Fuck...'

I cursed softly, my gaze on the dimly lit entrance as my body started to retreat towards Inës.

Step...

Step...

Was it perhaps my own fear affecting 'him' as I felt my hands trembling slightly, full of sweat, firmly gripping the katana and axe-hammer.

'...Can you handle him?'

Ignoring the sickening feeling I was having, I asked.

'No....I can't...

'He' replied, his voice filled with certainty, and I wholeheartedly agreed with him, but still, he made my body shield Inës behind my back...

'...Then what are you going to do?'

'...

Of course, 'he' didn't reply...

How could 'he'? When we both knew we couldn't do anything against him.

"...Survive."

And at last, 'he' muttered under his breath as the man entered the hall.