บท 419: The Queen’s Dowry

The silence in Black Prison went on for a long time.

Zakriel was like a child who lost his soul. He leaned against the wall without a single sound.

Samel lowered his head for a long time, his body stiff.

Thales stood unsteadily where he was, appearing absentminded.

Then, the uninvolved Ricky sighed gently and drew everyone's attention towards him.

Zakriel slowly stood up from the ground.

"Thank you for your question, child..." The former Knight of Judgment came forward dejectedly and handed the JC dagger in his hand back to Thales through the gap between the bars.

"And your razor...

"This is a good dagger. You shouldn't give this to a sinner so that he can shave his beard."

The shadows of the bars born from the light cast black patches on Zakriel's face.

The troubled Thales took a deep breath. He forced himself to cheer up, forced himself to smile, nod, and took the dagger back.