Sylvester remained silent for a few seconds, trying to think of a way out of the situation. What else could he offer?
"I will count till ten. If you still don't give me what I asked for, you must return alone." Zelfim started counting loud, keeping a mocking grin on his face.
'They're too eccentric to argue.' Sylvester felt the rush to do something.
"Three!"
'There's no way I can fight my way out of here and keep Felix with me. I don't even know what his current condition is. If he's too weak, I'll have to carry him.'
"Seven!"
Sylvester looked up. "I will do it, your highness."
Clank!
Zelfim threw a small sharp dagger at Sylvester. "Eight!"
Sylvester hurried as the madman didn't stop counting even then. He put his left hand on the ground, spreading his palm. He held the dagger with his right hand and positioned it correctly.
