The prince and the duke were silent for a while.
"So, this is why you are here today."
Thales pulled the dagger on the bed frame out, threw it into the air, and caught its handle perfectly as the blade turned. After experiencing endless fights, he had become much more familiar with this action, and when he did it, it was simple, without any flourish.
Cyril narrowed his eyes as he watched the prince's action.
Thales directed the tip of the dagger upward and pondered over his thoughts for a moment. "You wish to entice me to join you and become the third party that is not part of the two parties. You want me to become the person who can halt the horse carriage that is Constellation, which is going faster and faster, while I move between the coachman's lash and the horse while it gallops?"
The third party.
In that instant, the room dimmed, as though the sun was covered by clouds.
