The Queen's Dowry

The silence in Black Prison lasted for a long time.

Sakrael leaned against the wall like a child who had lost his soul, saying nothing.

Semir kept his head bowed for a long while, his body rigid.

Tales stood unsteadily where he was, lost in a daze.

Only when Ricky, outside the prison, let out a soft sigh did he draw everyone's attention.

Sakrael slowly rose from the floor.

"Thank you for your question, child," the former Execution Knight said gloomily as he stepped forward and passed the JC Dagger through the gap in the bars.

"And your razor."

"It's a good blade. It shouldn't be used to shave a criminal's beard."

The bars cast shadows in the firelight, carving streaks of black across Sakrael's face.

Heavy-hearted, Tales took a deep breath, forced himself to perk up, gave a strained smile, and nodded as he accepted the dagger.

Sakrael's hand was very rough, the calluses on it hard as if they weren't skin at all.

Tales took back the dagger with his thoughts in turmoil, but when he turned around, he saw Ricky watching him expressionlessly.

Krasu of the Calamity Sword slowly extended his right hand toward the Prince and crooked his palm.

Tales froze for a moment, then looked at the dagger in his own hand and let out a helpless sigh.

He stepped forward reluctantly and placed the JC Dagger in Ricky's hand.

Only then did Ricky reveal a faint smile that seemed to say, You really are obedient.

The leader of the Calamity Sword lowered his head and flipped the dagger casually. He saw a line of writing on its black sheath:

Kings are not honored by bloodline.

Ricky suddenly understood. He looked at Sakrael, then at the sullen Tales, and gave a soft snort.

Watching their