Each knife struck the portrait, which depicted a young boy who looked barely twelve or thirteen years old. The boy in the portrait had short silver hair and wore a robe bearing the same insignia that was painfully carved on the man's chest.
The man picked up another knife, and just as he was about to toss it at the portrait, he heard the sound of the door opening. He quickly turned around and tossed the knife.
The person at the entrance gulped down, as the knife flew past him, barely missing his face.
"P-Prince Zesten?" The person stuttered, as his tail started fiercely shaking in fear. Even if he had a body that looked similar to a human, some of his physical characteristics were completely different in many aspects.
"What do you want?" The man asked, frowning. Each of his eyes had dual pupils, which were focused on the person at the door.
