But then Gork slowly lifted his head, and something shifted in his eyes.
A flicker of realization.
His lips moved, mouthing the word like he'd just stumbled on a hidden door in a room he thought he knew inside out.
"Intentionally?" he repeated under his breath. "So... what if you believe you can face a hundred goblins and survive... even though in reality you can't. Does that mean I didn't break the oath—since you didn't intend to die?"
I raised a brow, tilting my head slightly. "I mean... if I truly don't think I'll die, and I do... then yeah, it wasn't intentional. Was it?"
"Oh, lord..." Gork muttered, his face draining as the full implication hit him like a falling stone. "There's a loophole."
"Did you know this?" he asked, horror creeping into his voice.
"No," I answered plainly. "Does it matter?"
"No… it doesn't," Gork muttered under his breath, though he looked like his lifespan had just been shaved in half from the stress.
