Ⅰ
When someone suddenly gave up an absolute advantage over you, you should never mistake it for mercy or compassion. That kind of thinking would leave you dead without a grave.
Because when someone truly did that, there was only one possibility.
And that was-
They were certain of victory!
Hazlitt watched Sean put away his short blade.
Young.
That was Hazlitt's first impression.
That small, round face in particular made Sean look positively baby-faced.
It made his already tender age seem even younger.
At least, everyone found it hard to connect this baby-faced boy with the person who had just taken a member of the Red Knights hostage.
"Good evening, sir knight."
Sean bowed slightly in greeting.
"Mm."
Hazlitt nodded, but the member of the Red Knights turned his gaze toward the tent entrance-the flap had been lifted.
A cloaked figure appeared.
His scarlet eyes marked him as a member of the Blood Clan.
"The Blood Scion?!"
Hazlitt let out a cry of startled uncertainty.
Sadi, who had unconsciously been edging closer to Hazlitt, froze in place.
The Skullsplitter's face went utterly stiff.
I'm done for! I'm done for!
The Skullsplitter wailed inwardly.
He paid exceptionally close attention to rumors about the Blood Scion.
Not just because Blood Scions were rare and displayed tremendous power whenever they appeared, but because they had a tiny connection to this particular Blood Scion.
Just a tiny connection!
We only stumbled across a Blood Clan tomb.
It was absolutely an accident!
We only took what we were supposed to take!
We didn't take a single thing we shouldn't have!
As for why the tomb was empty?
I have no idea!
It definitely wasn't my doing!
Inwardly, the Skullsplitter did everything he could to absolve himself.
So when the Blood Scion's gaze swept over