Betrayal

"I slip my tongue, didn't I?"

Gerlon didn't think that Ashnard realized what he didn't. He had underestimated him so much that Ashnard realized something wasn't right and took action before Gerlon could do anything else.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared behind Ashnard forming a full-bodied form. "Well, like it or not, I also have to stop my acting." The black-faced figure laughed heavily behind Ashnard's ear. He held Ashnard's hand that was pointing his sword at Gerlon. "Lower your sword. Otherwise, I can break your neck right now."

Ashnard refused to be afraid. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. "I can't believe you betrayed me, Gerlon! You're my friend!"

"From the start, did I ever say that I was on your side?" asked Gerlon, acting casually even though his secret had been exposed. He didn't have to hide and worry about anything anymore, let alone the confused people behind him.

"Why are you doing this? Were you being coerced by the Wounded Man?"