Cricken's heart sank.
Had he just heard right?
Was that subtle implication a jab? A joke to throw him off his feet because of how he replies to her question?
'Ha ha ha…' his voice broke in his head. 'Yeah, that's it. She must be passed…Mea– Meadow couldn't do that.'
She didn't have that right.
Did she?
She couldn't execute him without a proper audience. She had not even tried to get back at Julius.
That wasn't the way things should be done.
No. Unless she was stupid, she would know this.
But Princess Meadow was anything, but stupid.
Perhaps oblivious, but her present behaviour had begun to rule that out.
The sound of metal slicing through the rain echoed.
Metallic. Ringing.
A brim of primal hue encased in the blade as steps echoed in his ears.
Cricken didn't need to think twice.
His Executioner was coming.
Raffaelo Jun was coming closer.
His head tilted slightly. He peered behind him as much as he could.
His skin crawled.
He could feel it.
