Looking at Sir Dolorem's face, Sylvester felt utterly confused and conflicted. He had nothing to say.
'What about Sir Dolorem? He knows it, too, now. This is far bigger than killing Romel and Gabriel seeing it. This can get me killed. Then, must I kill…'
He tried not to think about it immediately and recuperated under the calming rain. But, once again, he was at the crossroads of something that could kill him if he didn't make the right choice.
He had known that this day would come eventually, but not so soon.
"It makes sense now." Sir Dolorem exclaimed all of a sudden as he sat beside Sylvester on the muddy grounds, drenched in the rain. "You being half-elf and the son of the Elven king makes every sense!"
Sylvester tiredly looked at him. "What do you mean?"
