"Rudeus!"
The moment the boy fell down, Alaric's heart skipped a beat.
Hurriedly, he turned his head back, keeping his mind running at maximum capacity.
What should The King do?
If he were to return there now, they would definitely be surrounded by demons.
If so, wouldn't everything be in vain?
And Alaric didn't have the confidence to fight all of them, especially when he had to protect the injured Rudeus at the same time.
Or should The King keep running?
No!
That wasn't his personality.
If Alaric left Rudeus here, wouldn't that prove that he was a bastard, a piece of shit, a son of a bitch?
If that was the case, what should he do?
"Damn it!"
Right now, he was in a very difficult internal struggle.
The King had two choices.
But ironically, both of them were the worst choices.
"Alaric!"
The King's name came out of Rudeus' mouth.
At that moment, a faint smile appeared on the boy's pale face.
"Keep running! Don't mind me! Don't look back! Don't stop!"
