Ch. 60: Memories [5]

"Halt."

And for some reason, Damian's heart skipped a beat. Ignoring the voice, he continued on his way, however…

"Yes, you. The black-robed boy."

Damian stopped and deep down I knew; without a doubt, the boy must have recited every profane word he could think of.

'Hehehe.'

Somehow I found it amusing. Literally, I saw no difference between him and me. Or… was that just my feeling?

Damian spun and faced Alexander.

"Lift your hood."

"..."

Damian remained silent and just stood there as if he was planted.

"How dare you disrespect the Prince—"

Alexander raised his hand and the Knight next to him immediately stepped back, he kept his mouth shut.

"Lift your hood."

Alexander asked one more time. His golden eyes watched how the boy's pale and thin hand stretched out, and–

–Fwoosh!