Captain Malik spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with panic... This clearly was not the bravest elf in the village that Mayfair had once known, and Mayfair was equally shocked.
But at that moment, Captain Malik, lying on the ground, naturally saw Mayfair hiding above while supporting herself.
Their eyes met.
Mayfair's face went pale, and she nearly fell.
But Captain Malik hurriedly looked through the doorway at the inner sanctum, trembling as he said, "To... tomorrow... tomorrow, an offering will be sent to the Temple! Just wait, just wait!"
"I'm hungry. I'm really hungry!"
"Yes, yes... I'll go find something fresher right away... Alive, it has to be alive!"
"Remember, don't disappoint me again, or else... you know the consequences."
Bang!
The door slammed shut at that moment. Only then did Captain Malik let out a sigh. As though all the strength had left his body, he collapsed limply onto the floor—Mayfair did not dare move an inch.
Captain Malik had clearly seen her, so why had he...
Just then, Captain Malik raised his head again and stared into Mayfair's eyes once more—she grew even more frightened, but at that instant, Captain Malik unexpectedly raised a finger to his lips.
Mayfair's heart jolted.
It was still the Temple... only they had moved somewhat farther from the inner sanctum. This was where the village baptized newborns. It was rarely used, and could be considered a rather remote place.
Mayfair warily watched the silent Captain Malik—he was the one who had brought her here.
The two of them kept an arm's length between them. Mayfair's hand had remained on the weapon at her waist the entire time, never relaxing.
"All right, leave from here," the silent Captain Malik suddenly said. "The back of the baptism hall