Third Person's POV
He was no longer the fiery and arrogant demon heir but just a silent dog bound by his cold and unforgiving chain.
"Now," Ethan said in a voice barely louder than the wind,
"do you believe me, Mister Dark Knight? Here I am, still standing and still sane.
If I had lied… well, you know what the consequences would have been."
The knight gave a small nod and his eyes, which had been hard and alert a moment ago, briefly closed as he exhaled.
The tension in his stance loosened, and his tightly clenched fingers slowly relaxed.
He didn't answer Ethan's question directly.
Instead, he said quietly,
"Alright… what must I do, little brother?"
The way he said it was strange and almost too casual, but Ethan caught the shift in it.
It wasn't mockery but just acceptance that had a trace of exhaustion behind it, or maybe even a hint of respect.
Ethan didn't react to the change in how the knight addressed him.
