Blood dripped down from the blade of Taejoo's ssaurabi. "Relay that message for me, to him." He ended as he wiped the blades of his weapon onto the black clothes of the dying Jinhu before walked out of the scene and placing his weapon back to its scabbard.
"Your Highness…" Taejoo being called—looked back to see, whom that voice belongs to. Though he already has a vague idea of who it could be. "Wangyu… How long have you been there?" He asked in a low and raspy voice.
"Not too long ago, Your Highness." The young soldier replied politely as he bowed his head to Taejoo.
"Not too long ago… you say. If so..." He turned his back and stared at Jinhu's body, covered in blood, " ...Then how much did you hear?" Taejoo interrogated as his eyes studied Wangyu's eyes. Hostility was showed through his gaze.
"It was when His Highness has acquired the scroll." Answered Wangyu before pursing his lips. His gaze was still on the ground.
