"What is it Belinda? Shouldn't you be heading over to the main ground to gather the troops?" Lancelot asked, walking outside the castle with Belinda following beside him.
"No rush, I'll do that once I'm done talking to you." Belinda uttered.
"I'm not in the mood for your riddles, if you seriously have nothing to say then I suggest you-"
"Let us kill the Traveler." Belinda blurted out.
This caused Lancelot to halt, stopping midway as people walked past him.
Belinda, carrying no emotions on her face stopped also, and looked at him.
"What did you say?" Lancelot tried to confirm.
"I'll get straight to the point. It's obvious you don't like him, I don't like him either. The longer he stays, the longer it will take for her highness to see how much of a fraud this guy is." Belinda spoke.
Lancelot was somewhat speechless, he never expected someone else in the castle to also feel that much hatred for the Traveler as he does.
