Chapter 23: You were people once… right?

Twenty mug cakes can be eaten in exactly five minutes. In such a way, that even a pig would run and hide, thinking that it was next.

I wanted to run and hide too, make no mistake. Before one has seen an old man pull his jaw apart like a snake and eat five mug cakes with the bowls at once they had seen nothing.

But here I was, on a pillow, as the Boliari looked at me.

"Healthy set of lungs," the one who let me in said. "But the king does not need lungs."

"Pity for the heart," the oldest one said. "Such a pity. So broken…"

"What is with my heart?" I asked, my voice was high-pitched.

 For a second, I forgot all about the fact that these men were powerful enough to cut down my tree by just breathing at it.

My heart… was I… going to die?

"Yes, broken, slow, like some old tree which thinks that it can live forever," the oldest one said.

I blinked.