Cold sweat ran down Heist’s forehead.
All his life, this Daemon has come across countless battles. He has won some and, lost others. But each and every fight made him that much more courageous. It made him that much more confident in himself and in his skills. But, all of that meant nothing at that moment. Because it wasn’t a battle he was facing. It was a confrontation. An unfortunate encounter with the king of Obelisk.
“I didn’t know that you had such an interest in the records of the kingdom.” King Migard looked at Heist from head to toe and, observed the book behind the soldier. One which Heist closed right away.
“I just needed information on a case I’m working on your highness.”
“Is that why you didn’t trouble yourself with asking Dimitri’s permission first?”
The records room isn
