The silence was awkward.
Neither Julien nor Arthur knew what to speak, and as for me...
I was staring at Alfred's eyes without averting my gaze.
Alfred did the same.
"Dissecting you would surely give me a way to understand the mechanics behind controlling the mana essence."
His eyes had...pure indifference.
He spoke as if it was second nature to him, and it indeed was.
Shink!
Arthur and all my fifty other men drew their weapons in a fluid action.
Alfred's words did look like a provocation.
But...
"I am not stupid enough to think of defeating you all, now that you have already entered my base."
He looked at Arthur for a second, his eyes wandering down to the sword in Arthur's hand.
Even Julien had drawn a dagger, making a poor combat stance.
"But one thing I am sure of is to just kill us all."
Alfred's eyes became a darker shade of green.
"Won't it be romantic to burn together?"
His voice was low, more like a growl.
The silence stretched between us--
