With jaws clenched, Drayce let his gaze roam around, but there was still no sign of the agreed-upon signal that meant the two princes were safe.
"King Drayce, I can see your nervousness now. I have always known, though they call you a devil, you are nothing like that. Your heart is soft like that of a woman's," the marquis laughed loudly, his voice echoing everywhere.
When his gaze returned to the severely injured man on the ground, something inside Drayce snapped. The anger that was brewing earlier was now roaring to be released. The devil inside him that he never wanted to bring out was ready to show up and run rampantly.
His blood was calling out to him...
Slayer was not just his knight but his friend. They had known each other since they were kids, and seeing him in such condition was enough to break the walls that had kept the devil inside of him. What more, he had no idea how Arlan was faring. If what this Godfrey Percy was saying was true...
