The lake water shook violently, and the Mermaids stared at Thomas intently. Starting from ordinary Mermaids who only hold wooden blades and Mermaids who hold spears of ice, they are ready to finish off the Prince.
The Fairy with daisies on her head felt she was in the wrong place. She didn't like killing, and this was the first time she saw someone die in front of her. With trembling legs, he looked at Thomas again, from top to bottom.
"Can we not be like this? We don't know where the Water Fairy is, she never comes to the surface."
The Fairy tried to buy some time with his mouth, but no one seemed interested in listening, she became desperate.
Thomas didn't answer. Probably too fed up with asking the same thing and always getting the same answer, he brushed off the ice spear that was flying at him and shot out, swinging his silver sword.
