With that, he was ignored. This was a time of war, and they were extremely busy. Wasting their time on a single spy, no matter how odd-looking, would not be fruitful. Another member of the queen's guard escorted him out of the room and back to his small cell. It wasn't that far on the same floor.
Locked behind the door, Damian walked up to the small barred window and looked down at the people walking below in a slow, deliberate pace.
'Who told you about my spell, boy?'
Hm? What the...? That was so creepy. The commander certainly did not care if he had a heart attack from the sudden voice in his head or not.
"Ah... Sorry about that... didn't know you were keeping it a secret," Damian said out loud, unsure if he could send his thoughts to her.
'If they really have sent you, they have made a huge mistake... You will not be going back, kid...'
"Yeah... Whatever... Not like you'll believe anything I say..." Damian retorted.
