Murderers are not monsters, they are men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
It was afternoon, Dreamer sat inside his mansion, sipping tea with Liberi and Hubris.
"So, Liberi. You said there is a prison here right?" Dreamer asked, taking a sip while sitting on the sofa.
"There is, my lord. Just on the border of this city. Close to your old house." Liberi said, swinging forward and backward in the rocking chair while drinking tea as well.
'How can he drink tea while swinging like that?' Dreamer amused in his mind, impressed by Liberi's grip.
"Close to my old home huh. Well, let's go and see. Time is of the essence." Dreamer finished his tea in one sip as he got up.
Liberi did the same as he stood up from the chair.
"Where is Hubris?" Before leaving, Dreamer looked around as Hubris was nowhere to be seen.
"I am here, my king."
A voice came from behind the sofa where Dreamer was lying a moment ago.
