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"You really don’t want to know who I am?" the figure asked, curious. If someone wanted to kill him, he would want to know who he was. Anfey, on the other hand, appeared completely unbothered by the fact that he did not know who was trying to kill him.

"Why would I?" Anfey asked. "So many people want to kill me. If I try to find out who every single one of them is, it would take too long."

"Interesting," the figure said. He gripped his sword. He was angry, but he still kept the words of his teacher in mind. He wasn’t there to kill Anfey.

"You’ll be surprised," Anfey said. "Well, since you want me to know so badly: Who are you, exactly?"

"Deswright," the figure said. "I’m a student of Philip’s."

"That’s it?" Anfey said, shaking his head. "I thought there would be more."

"You made a mistake the day you killed Zeda," Deswright said coolly.

"It’s too late for that now, isn’t it?" Anfey asked. "I killed him. It’s done."