“Your highness.”
A guard stormed into the throne room of the king; slamming its large doors open. Migard thought that this is the only place where he couldn’t be disturbed without his consent. But unfortunately that doesn’t seem to case. And because the soldier came there in the way that he did, Migard already knew that nothing good would come next.
“Of course the day hasn’t ended yet.” The king muttered to himself already drained with the reports of the knights on their deployment and, the earlier talk with Bishop Timothy.
“What is it?” King Migard asked.
“Damian, he is in the ground floor of the castle.” The soldier said.
The guards who have been stationed within the castle know Damian already. Not as the demon acolyte but, as the gifted fighter who has offered his life for the caus
