"No, no, no! I won't run! I won't run!"
He curled up in the corner of the doorframe, clutching his head.
The handsome face once renowned throughout Temeria now revealed deep panic and confusion.
Just a moment ago, he was merely a step away from a guard whose neck had been pierced by a fragment of plate armor!
One step!
Will he be this lucky next time? Does he dare to bet on it?
... He's already been scared out of his wits.
Lann crouched beside him, gently brushing the wood chips off his shoulder.
"Whether or not you should escape isn't up to you to decide, Lord Earl. That's up to me."
"This is the repayment for showing me 'Hell'."
Lann's actions were gentle, his words were gentle, but the eyes gazing down at Count Steza... were chillingly cold.
"Lord Earl, there's a parable about Hell from my hometown. The exact details don't matter, but in brief, 'Hell is a cesspool where ordinary humans, driven by greed and malice, torment each other if they can't personally benefit.'"
