บท 135: 135- Surface Tension

Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 51st day of Fall, Arenfall

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Arterius stared at his blood-stained knife once again. The on his neck stung as the blood trickled down on it along with the cold wind blowing on her skin. He picked up the knife and tried to wipe the smear of blood on the blade when Lord Prestonheim and Stolas arrived at the exact moment he raised the knife near his face.

"Arterius, no!" Lord Prestonheim ran towards him.

His godfather immediately took out the knife from his hand and threw it on the ground. Stolas came behind his godfather and checked on the wound on his neck.

"Prince Arterius!" Stolas exclaimed as he took a clean cloth from his pocket and immediately covered the fresh wound on his neck. "A-are you…W-what is this madness?!" His ward was running out of words to say.