บท 51: Half way there

Razid began to breathe heavily. He was a man who could not even remember the last time he had faced death, since he was well guarded by the strongest of men. Not even the king could so easily pose a threat to his life.

However, like most—he had underestimated the fourth prince. He was no sickly prince, but he did not expect that he was a skilled cultivator as well, and one that could even go unsensed by his guards.

It seemed as though for the lord, he did really stand a chance of dying today, and that thought panicked him, although he did well to maintain his composure.

"If you are fretful that I may relay your words to the king, I assure you, your highness, I possess far too much hatred to warn my enemy of his demise."

Aric shook his head, the spears inching closer to the lord.

"I have to be thorough when it comes to loose ends, so I will let you live if you answer rightly."

"Please speak, your highness."