"Where are they?!" Mika asked worriedly as he walked up to the king.
"It seems like they reached the spot where I've confronted them today." the king answered.
Hearing that, Mika instantly turned around and was about to leave.
"And where do you think you're going now?"
The king held Mika back by grabbing his arm.
"I'm going to my friends of course!"
"I haven't allowed you to leave yet."
Mika was struggling to free himself.
"Your friends are fighting against my comrades. However, I won't leave here because the matter concerning you and me is far more important to me."
The king gazed at Mika threateningly.
"Tch."
Mika drew with his other hand his rusty sword and stabbed the ground between them.
"I will come back for you! In the meantime, you can have my sword!"
"..."
Unconsciously, the king loosened its grip on Mika, allowing him to run away.
It stared at the rusty sword.