In the cramped confessional, Colin and Prince Lexie sat facing each other.
Neither spoke, letting an unsettling silence ferment in the air.
Under the scrutiny of the Holy Knight, Colin felt as though there was nowhere to hide his secrets.
The faint sound of the choir outside gradually faded, finally disappearing completely as if the confessional had been sealed off in another space.
The aura of Prince Lexie was as deep as the ocean, giving the impression that even sitting beside him could result in being engulfed by a huge wave.
Cold sweat seeped from Colin's forehead, and he couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, are you here to confess?"
Prince Lexie stared at Colin expressionlessly, and finally asked after a long while, "What have you discovered?"
Colin sighed inwardly, honestly confessed, "I smelled the scent of blood."
"The scent of blood?" Prince Lexie's nostrils twitched slightly, it was unclear whether he had detected it or not.
