Alfred's voice was calm and even, his question simple yet profound. "Why?" he asked, his eyes locked onto the leader's masked face.
At that moment, Alfred didn't care about the identity of these men or who had sent them. He didn't want to know their motivations or their goals. All he wanted to know was why they were blocking his path, why they were preventing him from reaching General Zadok's residence.
The leader seemed taken aback by Alfred's question, he paused momentarily. He had likely anticipated anger, defiance, or even fear, but not this quiet, piercing inquiry.
"Why?" Alfred repeated, his voice unwavering, his gaze unrelenting. He wanted an answer, a reason, a justification for this ambush. And he wanted it from the leader himself.
The leader's response was curt, his gaze never wavering from Alfred's. "I can't tell you that."
