Lumian suddenly held a dagger to his now bandaged throat. "You should not have confronted me so openly,"
Eru gulped and gazed up at him with his eyes blown out. Just looking at his expressionless uncle, he could feel his legs tremble uncontrollably. It was unlike anything he had felt before. The feeling of something was gripping tightly onto his heart. "W—why?" he stuttered.
Lumian's lips rose slightly. He removed the dagger from his throat and stepped back. "Silly kid, Even if you know I'm the perpetrator you should not confront so openly and did you notice your surroundings."
Whistling a tune, Lumian staggered in front of his little nephew. "Oh little Eru, you have a lot to learn. Not just magic, but how to analyse people as well," he said and sheathed the dagger.
Watching him walk ahead, Eru was quite stunned. Eh hesitantly followed after him and tugged at his sleeves. "What...what do you mean uncle?"
