Alex tightened his grip around Midnight, ready to strike at any moment. His opponent, however, seemed rather lax even though he was standing there with a sword.
"I must admit, I never thought I would be caught by you, that too so early on," the man said. "I was planning on sticking with you for a year at the very least."
Alex's eyes narrowed when he heard that. 'For a year? He wasn't planning to assassinate me?' he wondered. Regardless, he was going to get some answers.
"Tell me, what did I do wrong?" the man asked, still looking and sounding like Harry. "Surely you didn't randomly ask me the question. Something must have made you suspicious."
"Harry doesn't call me brother Alex. He just says Alex, like every back in our homeland," Alex said.
The man's eyes widened. "That's it? That was all that took to give me away?" he asked in shock. "No way! You're lying."
