On the training grounds, while I was checking the wooden swords, I glanced at Sam. He was sulking in the corner, drawing circles with his finger.
I could not help but smile. Sam was not the type of person who would scheme.
His methods were too straightforward. If he kills, he kills with or without an audience. That's why he lost.
He's not the type who planned ahead like the king because he's strong. But because of that, that incident happened.
Though, if that incident didn't happen, we would just blindly step foot in the capital. A land full of vampires — Sam's enemies, at that.
I felt a little guilty for agreeing with his offer, knowing I'm steps away from the starting point. However, I wouldn't have this golden opportunity ever again.
"Get up, my lord." After picking up two wooden swords, I tossed the other one to him.
The wooden sword perfectly landed to his side. Sam gazed at it as dust from the ground took wing.
