Chapter 44: Culprit (2)

William tilted his head, staring at the old knight with evident scorn in his eyes. Shaking his head slightly, he rested Yeriel on a corner rather softly, as if worried it would wake her up. Lord Kirien’s wife was not that far away from him, actually, the sick lady was closer to him than the old knight, however, William tried nothing on her, since he could deal with this old fool easily.

Why bother to play a dirty hand when you can win with a clean hand? Then again, his hands were not that clean. He had drugged the knight and Yeriel, and sneaked an attack to make him this weak. If he still needs to take that sick lady as hostage, he better give up on himself already.

Lord Kirien was barely standing, taking a stance with his sword. He appeared to have one foot in the grave already, yet was still standing. His breathing was uneven, but he managed to organise himself pretty well, though his inside was in upheaval. That’s what decades of service in Knightship do to one.