Archer was screaming at the top of his lungs as the pain in his head felt like Death's talons clawing at him, scraping every tiny bit of his brain clean, poring and poking with a hot wire until it was satisfied.
Which actually felt like it fucking unsatisfied.
"Release the boy, Leilaniv." Roman spoke.
The woman who had been poring over Archer's mind swiftly spun her head towards Roman, seemingly having an opposite plan with what Roman suggested.
Her hood fell down with the sharp movement of her head and locks of pretty blonde hair tumbled down her back. The dark bloody red color of her robe was a huge contrast to her light-colored hair.
Her eyes were blazing hellfire of red-orange and a tinge of molten gold. Lady Leilaniv Verdice was not anyone to be taken lightly of.
She was extremely loyal to the crown and her love for the kingdom knows no ends.