"Go home."
Hearing Tales and sizing him up again, Ostru burst into an unabashed sneer.
"Not many people are qualified to make a home here, kid."
Behind him, the densely packed Brotherhood thugs with Black Silk tied around them sneered as well, their eyes vicious and malicious as they stared at the three people trapped at the alley junction.
You wouldn't know that.
Tales curled his lips into a smile, calm and unhurried.
As if he had not seen Ostru, he looked straight past him:
"Where's your leader?"
"I want to talk to him."
Thunder Axe's smile vanished.
"Pri... Wyatt?" Gollor looked worried.
What is this Prince planning now?
"Huh? Oh, right, W-Wyatt?" Kohn was confused for a moment before reacting. His confusion quickly turned into excitement. "What? What are you planning to do?"
Is he going to save the world again, like he did in the Northern Land?
Tales turned back and grinned.
"Paying a visit."
"Don't use any distress flares. Just protect the people behind me."
Kohn and Gollor froze at the same time.
"I'm in charge here."
Ostru's gaze at Tales grew increasingly hostile.
"You can talk to me." He shook the axe in his hand. "Or talk to it."
Tales sighed and was about to answer when hurried footsteps sounded in the alley.
"It's them!"
Several figures shoved their way through the ranks of thugs and came to Ostru's side. Tales recognized one of them: Redmore, the Brotherhood Sleepless whom they had encountered on Red Quarter and who had chased them all the way to Laiya Club.
"I remember them." Redmore panted, pointing firmly at the three of them. "Especially that big guy with the stiff face!"
Gollor unhappily exhaled.
"Do we know him?" Kohn turned around in confusion and asked Tales and Gollor, "Also, do