I dropped my jaw. Literally dropped my jaw.
So, a land that was worse than entering an enemy's territory was a land of his cult? I've always found myself in a conflicted situation. This one was one of the hardest situation where I didn't know what to feel.
"They must've put a large spell, so you'd faint. These bastards just do what they want to do." Sam grumbled, cracking his knuckles as if he was ready for a kill.
"A spell? Huh?"
"At first, I thought I've sipped too much of your blood that you fainted. Well, deep down I know that's not the case. Fast forward, we have to make a stop in here tonight." Sam explained, but his annoyance was clear to me.
"It — it's not that bad, right?" Clearing my throat as I moved closer to him.
Or not…
Sam frowned as he faced me. For some, popularity was a compliment and people would love to indulge in it. However, knowing Sam, having this fame… sucks.
