Azar squatted down and tried to reach his arms out between the gap of the iron bars, searching for the key to his cell.
As much as he hated doing this, he had no other choice. There was no way to get in touch with Armin to persuade him against the attack, and Nefertari now would love nothing more than to wrap her delicate fingers around his throat and suffocate the life out of him, the thought was scary.
He shrugged the thought of what she might do if she saw him, it wasn't important right now. And besides, she had all the right to do that.
After a couple of failed attempts, Azar was finally able to get the keys, swiftly and quietly he turned it inside the lock while making sure that no one is lurking anywhere.
It was his to his luck that Tari has requested that he be getting treatment befitting that of a Royal knight till it is proved otherwise. So, he was taken to the so-called Royal cells, where the important bad people get locked if that made sense…
