"No! My lord! You cannot kill him!" The Queen's voice rang out behind Malin.
Malin ignored her, reaching out to grip the handle formed by Mana, pushing Clovis aside: "Perhaps my recent show of weakness misled you into thinking I was someone too easygoing to confront. Even mortals seem to forget who they are facing. When I was cutting down a champion on the northern docks, where were all of you?"
"Malin, that man has served the royal family for seventy years." At this moment, Lulu spoke up.
Malin turned his head. By now, the steward, who had a short blade pressed against his neck, had stopped moving.
"Seventy years? How old are you?"
"A hundred and seven. I am a half-blood, born of humans and elves," the steward quickly replied, regaining his breath.
