Chapter 95: What about your death?

He resisted with all his might, kicked and floundered, but a powerful blow to the gut calmed his arrogance a little.

He couldn't understand how it had come to this. What did he do to deserve such an attitude? Raphael spoke correctly, convincing him that the king was using him. 

Now he was 100% sure of it, but he was paying too high a price for this realization.

He was taken to a prison cell and kicked inside, forcing him to fall on the icy stone floor. Groaning faintly from the dull pain, he got up, noticing that the guards entered into the room, followed by the king.

He measured the man in front of him with a cold haughty look, as if he was looking at the garbage in front of him, after which he chuckled, curling his lips in a semblance of a smile.