"Old man, who said so? I was admiring the bones. Their golden splendor made my heart skip a beat," Draco lied, maintaining a nervous smile.
The old man scrutinized Draco, making him sweat. Then he roared wildly with laughter, causing Draco to relax slightly. Even though Xylara had assured him the old man had no killing intent, Draco couldn't help but stay on edge—one never knew what might happen. The old man could strike at the last second.
But the old man's laughter put him at ease.
"I never expected someone would cross the forest, and it's a human," the old man laughed, his words confusing Draco.
What was so hard about crossing the blood-red forest? He thought back to his massacre rampage; it had seemed easy enough to him.
"Do you really think it was easy?" Xylara's words echoed in his mind.
"Yes, what's hard about it?" Draco raised his eyebrows.
