"So you are Lucien's…?" Midel quirked his eyebrow as he stared at the three men in black clothes. He crossed his arms across his chest as he waited for the three to answer him.
"Servants, we are Master Hellsworth's servants." The three knelt before Yllana once again.
A red glint flashed across Yllana's eyes. Her keen sense of smell could never be wrong. She knew that smell. She has slain those with the same smell over and over again on the battlefield. "Half-bloods," she whispered as she brandished her sword in the dim light of the cave. Her eyes glowed brightly and her silver sword gleamed in the light of the crystal ball. When the group saw Yllana's actions, they did not tremble as what Yllana was expecting that they'd do or at least defend themselves. They knelt to the ground and even presented their necks. Are these three idiots?
"What are you doing?"
"Master told us to guard and follow the mistress."
Yllana smacked her forehead in exasperation. "Midel," She called out.
