"His weird sense of humor has returned," commented Sebastian sarcastically. "It is him. The late King Cedric's right-hand man."
Hearing this statement, Luis again drew his sword from the scabbard, then pointed the sharp end right in front of Sebastian's blue irises.
"Shut your mouth if your humor is still so lame." Luis was firm, with an emphasis on every word he said.
Sebastian threw the golden sword in front of him in one sweep, making the owner's forehead frown, not predicting the action.
Marc swiftly caught the sword that almost fell on the marble floor. In an instant, the sharp object was within his grasp —pointing its strong point right between Luis's pair of blue eyes.
"What do you want from all this mess?" Marc pressed the sentence and the sword closer — leaving just centimeters between the sharp tip and Luis' blue irises.
