"Ha Joon! This isn't the time to-"
Mordred paused, noticing the detached look on Ha Joon's face.
"I know." Ha Joon spoke, "But can you not see the look on their faces? So much hatred. People of the medieval era are so simple…words easily believed."
—Uhn?
He took a step forward, moving towards the burnt orphanage home.
"Don't go that far in!" Mordred warned.
The civilians who stood in front of him, all slowly spread apart, even though they were raging, they wouldn't dare lay a finger on the Prime minister, not yet.
"It's him! He's the one that beat aunty up!" One of the kids shouted- his hand shaking as he pointed at Ha Joon.
The three females with torn clothes who were seated on the ground, hugged the kids close to them, their way of protecting the little ones from Ha Joon.
"Step away from the kids! They are human too!!!"
"We can fight back!!!"
