"You found out?! Tell me! Who is he?"
"I..."
"Tell me! Or else..."
Alan's gaze sharpened, and with a flick of her dagger, she held it against Priest Mekate's neck. The cold blade precisely sliced the skin, leaving a shallow line of blood. If it penetrated half an inch deeper, it would spell certain death!
"I..."
"Speak!"
Feeling the blade against his neck, Priest Mekate swallowed hard. His mind was blank, not knowing if he should speak. But looking into Alan's bright, fiery eyes, he was pricked as if by a needle and instinctively spoke.
"If you haven't misremembered... according to my hypothesis... the person you met... he might be, should be... His Majesty..."
"What did you say? Who!"
"The King of the Kingdom of the Lake, the prince of the Mexica Alliance, 'God of Death' Xiulote!..."
"Ah?... Ah!"
