Richard broke the door down, allowing us to walk in. We held our swords tightly because we were ready to fight to the end.
"Seriously, you are still alive?" Amorx sneered.
"Richard is a fighter, but how is she still alive?!" my aunt asked.
"Annabelle is not a weak princess." Richard chuckled. "She doesn't need my help every time."
Amorx sighed. "Sending a couple of armatures to do important works always makes it stressful. I really wanted to watch the two of you running around town with the sketch of a person for a while, then kill you, but if I kill you now, the king will surely promote me."
"Where is Delvin?" I asked, but instead of a reply, I received an annoying chuckle from him.
"Hmm, I think he is right in this room." My uncle said. "Bring him out."
Two men carried a man who was strapped to a chair, his mouth with a white cloth over them. He struggled against the restraints and even tried to break free, but they tightened.
