The villagers’ expression turned into fear as the Fallen Knight glared at them. Her mere existence seemed to be enough to make them reconsider their actions, and the dwarf in mithril armour was more than enough to tip the scales towards regret.
“Do you expect us to believe and trust the words of a devil worshipper?” The old man shouted. He was the only one of the villagers who still had some fight left in him. His eyes continued to burn with passionate belief, and he tightly clenched his fists as he spoke. “You will come and kill us in our sleep!”
“I am Thornir, son of the King Under The Mountain.” The dwarf raised his voice. “Do you expect me to steep so low to worship demons? To come and kill a bunch of useless, powerless, helpless commoners in their sleep just because I can?” His eyes glimmered with anger as he nearly spat the words.
Kyle flinched, along with the rest of the villagers, though for a much different reason. Thornir, huh? So, he was a prince –
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