Chapter 104 (2/2)

”... the quenched greedy flame rises in my heart ~”

”Who! Stand up for me --!” the one eyed dragon who was really scared roared out desperately this time. The fleeting song has no more response.

”Don't be frightened, catch this damn little thing!” a torch that robbed the posterity ignited, and the one eyed dragon holding the sword walked in the front: ”I'll break him into pieces!”

”... listen, the cry of the owl, that is the sound of the death knell, playing the sad sound of good night ~”

No nobleman dared to stay where he was and followed the one eyed dragon in horror - the song was like humming in their ears, even if they couldn't see who it was.

Perhaps it is because they can't see that they are even more afraid.

Torches illuminate faces full of fear. In the dead darkness, it seems that countless demons are lurking, ready to press your shoulders from behind.

The one eyed dragon walking in the front didn't dare to stay for a moment. He didn't know where the song came from. He just walked forward aimlessly. The cold sweat oozing from his forehead fell like eyes, and he didn't dare to loosen his sword and wipe it.

Who is it? Where is it?!

”... he did it quietly, quietly ~”

Behind him came a sad scream of life. A guy walking behind suddenly collapsed to the ground, and the torch fell to the ground, with a sad face: ”ha, Hubble and Nison are gone, all of a sudden!”

what?!

Similarly, the frightened one eyed dragon stopped in place, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his trembling pupils looked around, but he couldn't find anything except what he saw in front of him.

”Don't worry about those idiots, don't forget what we're doing tonight!” the one eyed dragon opened his eyes and shouted as if covering up his fear: ”light all these grains and let our Lord count cry!”

The nobles who found the backbone suddenly nodded, waved their torches like venting their fear, and threw the kindling agent into the distant pottery pot.

Everyone waited, but no one heard the sound of the primer falling to the ground.

The one eyed dragon twitched its throat and ventured forward. The torch in his hand shone brightly on the empty pottery pot.

It's empty!

As if he didn't believe in evil, he turned over the surrounding pottery pots and wooden frames, but the reality shocked him and stunned him.

It's all empty. There's no wheat in this granary!

I've been fooled by these people!

”... the door is open and the window is open. Where are the snoring soldiers ~”

There was another inexplicable scream behind him. The one eyed dragon left his companion without hesitation, widened his eyes and ran desperately in the direction of the door.

”Open the door, open the door! It's me, open the door!” before running to the door, the one eyed dragon shouted desperately, gasped and held the door frame. The cold touch from his palm stunned him.

Subconsciously raised the torch. There was only a cold wall in front of him.

The open mouth can't call, but can only make a sound of ”cluck...”.

”... look at their sleeping appearance. Who knows whether they are dead or alive?”

Asriel with a smile hummed softly, his scarlet eyes stared at the completely stupid one eyed dragon, and the corners of his upturned mouth still had traces of the tip of his tongue slipping.

”Since you are so eager to see me, as you wish, sir.”

The sharp sword in his hand was taken away, and the boy's fingertips slipped gently, breaking off the biscuit and turning the long sword into two pieces.

The one eyed dragon fell to the ground, trembling at the young man in a red and black dress, pressed his shoulder, and his pale lips slowly climbed up his neck.

”Just, would you mind... Entertaining me?”