Justin Reloux was right in front of Arthur. He looked younger than Arthur thought, even younger than Holly. No one would have thought that the young boy was once a King and was hundreds of years old.
Arthur pressed himself against the wooden wall of the hut. Helga turned around while the wooden wall creaked from the touch. But she regained her composure after the wind blew from outside and thought it was the sound of the wind.
Helga took a loaf of bread out of her basket and threw it in front of Justin. He took it and ate the bread slowly.
Arthur knew Millard must have caught Justin. But he still felt angry when he saw Justin's pathetic condition.
"So when are you going to kill me?" Justin asked in a weak voice.
Arthur admitted that even though he looked thin, his eyes were still sharp and strong. He didn't look like he wanted to be pitied.
