The Different World

"Listen, Sakrael!"

Seeing that the other man was completely unmoved, Semir, prompted by Ricky, grew somewhat anxious:

"It wasn't easy for us to come down here. We didn't come just to reminisce with you. We came because..."

"Then don't waste time," Sakrael said indifferently, stroking his stubble as he raised a small stone knife. "Unless you have a razor? This one's gotten a little dull..."

Sakrael turned his head and looked at Ricky's waist, contempt in his eyes:

"Hmm, your sword looks pretty good?"

Ricky snorted coldly and pressed a hand against his uniquely styled sword, his hostility plain.

Just then.

"Here," Tales suddenly spoke after remaining silent all this time. "A razor."

"Take it."

The next second, the boy drew a sheathed dagger from inside his shirt as if performing a magic trick, then passed it through the bars.

Sakrael froze for a moment before realizing what had happened. He instinctively took Tales's dagger.

Ricky and Semir both changed color when they saw the JC Dagger, which had somehow returned to Tales's hand!

Semir stared at Tales in disbelief:

"When did you..."

Tales smiled faintly.

"During the melee just now, Marina pinned me to the ground. She pressed down too tightly—even to the point that she didn't notice my hand."

Ricky frowned, then suddenly smiled in realization.

"Good lad. You even managed to steal the dagger. You've done your ancestors proud." Semir looked at Prince with displeasure. "It's a shame you didn't become a pickpocket."

Yeah.

I think so too.

Tales sighed inwardly.

Sakrael chuckled and shook his head. He examined the dagger in his hand with great interest, rubbing and turning the scabbard over and over, but he did not draw it, let alone use it to shave.

He merely turned his head slightly in the firelight and