"Where do you think you're running off to?" Hecathe asked with a chuckle as he casually whistled an unknown tune.
Asgarian snapped his head back to look at the man in horror as he stuttered, "H-how'd you get here...?!"
Hecathe tilted his head with a smile as he spoke, "It wasn't really hard. A frightened rabbit always hides in its tiny little rabbit hole."
Asgarian's eyes trailed down to the sword that Hecathe was clutching onto and his complexion seemed to have turned white.
"Who are you?"
"Hmm...?"
"You are not Alphius, are you...?!"
Hecathe seemed to be a bit amused as he heard this question and so, he decided to spare a few minutes for a peaceful conversation as he asked back, "Why would you say that?"
