Chapter 35: Demosha to Beric

The knight surveyed his surroundings, sword still in hand. None of this made sense. Ian, nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for a peace treaty, and his lackey were being treated as naturally as if they'd been born among the Cheonryeo tribe. This was beyond comprehension.

"Beric, you sure you got this? You're not gonna die today, are you?"

"Yeah, piss off. You're the one who's gonna die."

"Judging by that mouth, you're in top form."

"Hey, Knight of Bratz! Put Beric in his place! Knock some sense into him. Or I'll kill you myself."

"Kahaha! Then the knight dies either way? That's hardly fair."

"Ah. Right. You're right."

They were surrounded, a circle of onlookers watching Beric and the knight. It was like being a dog in a fighting pit. The knight glanced at Ian, who sat beside Kakantir, and knew something had gone terribly wrong. This, too, had to be reported to Derga.

"Ptooey!"