Albert gulped as he looked at the golden haired kid beside him. Although he wasn't that tall, there was a huge difference from when he first saw him. He was just as small as his daughter when he was first locked up here, but now, his and the prisoner's difference in height was not bigger than 2 ft.
So, Albert was sure, this is the special prisoner. The traces of sugar pops on his mouth also proved it.
But that wasn't important right now, Albert once again looked at the knife that was pointed at his throat. Just a few inches, and it would have pierced his neck. If it wasn't for the prisoner, then he would have already surely died.
But how? How can the prisoner easily catch a knife with his finger? No, that was not even what's ridiculous, how was he even here? He was supposed to be in the cellar pit completely locked up and chained!
Albert's racing thoughts were interrupted by the female elf's sudden movement.
"Shit!"
