"Wishing?"
The Flayers stared at each other, not understanding why this Mage remained so calm even when surrounded on all sides. People from the Imperial Capital should know their methods and the fate that awaited them in their hands, yet Ethan was speaking eloquently as if the one surrounded wasn't him.
"You came here for this."
Ethan coaxed gently, "I can offer you a chance to make a wish—In your eyes, what am I? I sincerely advise you to consider carefully before answering."
"Isn't the answer obvious?"
The Flayers sneered, "Colluding with rebels, using Witchcraft to control the empire's nobility, you are nothing but heinous criminals—"
His voice abruptly stopped.
In an instant, the entire library fell into a deathly silence.
The smell of blood filled the mansion, and Zophie widened his eyes. He reflexively turned towards Ethan, adopting a defensive posture. It took several seconds before he lowered his dagger.
