The leader and the priest did not move, and neither did the guards. It seemed that they were trying to gauge my seriousness. I gritted my teeth and pressed the blade against Alana's neck. Thinking that she would die, the young woman cried even harder.
"Papa, save me!! Wahhhhh Papaaaa...!!!"
The fury on the leader's face melted in an instant when he heard the wail of his daughter.
"Alana... don't panic. Don't worry, Father will save you!"
The leader went to kneel in front of the priest.
"Priest, please. My daughter. My only daughter. She is innocent."
There was no compassion in the priest's eyes. He gave the leader a look of disdain. "Four sacrificial offerings in exchange for your daughter's life. You should be thanking the Gods."
All of us ripped our eyes open in shock.
The leader was trembling all over his body. He crawled toward the priest and held onto the hem of his cloak.
