The color drained from the youth's beauteous face. The lady's words continued to sink deeper, and in his mind, he tore them apart, trying to grasp the meaning. Then they are laid open for him, revealing to him through a shock—their intentions.
Moulin had long known that he would be contained. The alliance would do their best to hide him away like a lord would in fear of theft for his precious jewels. But they would hide him in fear of defeat, in fear of the demons winning. In fear of the end of their lives.
This time, the gravity of his situation seemed a thousand times clearer and heavier to him.
"I will never be released, will I?" He spoke after the long silence.
Lady Klaria, who had been trying to read his thoughts, hesitantly shook her head. "No. You can't leave until we have won. I am sorry."
