You're Not Welcome Here

Home? Fenris didn't understand what that person meant, yet his very presence in the king's palace made Fenris scared. No, it had nothing to do with being killed or defeated—his dread was more torturous. It was as if he was facing something that he could never survive or even fight to get rid of. The more he stared at the man's face, the more his heart pounded and his mind revolved like a crazy machine.

Fenris didn't care about the garden pavilion or the garden where they stood. He even stopped seeing the other knights and soldiers around them. Instead of responding to the intruder's question, Fenris began whipping out light orbs and throwing them at the intruder.

"Fuck! Fenris!"