The guardian felt a chill down her spine, her majestic blue wings quivered under Eryke the Seventh fist. Her instinct blared in alarm at the mere gaze of him.
It felt like if she spoke a lie then she would die mercilessly.
She opened her quivering lips and said "I…"
"If you lie, then you are dead." Eryke the Seventh spoke mercilessly, his cold gleaming pupils looked at her calmly.
"I… I…" The Guardian shuttered, too fearful to speak.
'Hmm, what should I do with her?' He thought in his heart. There were two choices for him, either to kill her or carry her around.
But it seems like there was very little benefit that she could provide for him right now…
"Answer it." Eryke the Seventh spoke with more murderous eyes while observing her.
"I don't know…" She spoke with a quiver.
"Good, that's the right answer."
Bang!
