Sak'el's eyes were full of alertness and fear, as if the mentally unstable prisoner who escaped from prison just now was just an illusion.

"The appearance of this dagger in your hand, Your Highness, as well as the coercive and tempting attitude of those Shadow Assassins just now, shows what it means."

"As a participant in the assassination that year, I don't know why they infiltrated into the Bright Star royal family again and got close to such a special person...you."

When he mentioned "special you", Sak'el paused again, startling Thales into a cold sweat.

"But that must be related to those years, the bad luck brought by those disasters, and their failed conspiracy."

The eyes of the prisoner guards flickered, moving back and forth between Thales and Sak'el.

This time, the punishment knight's face was full of vigilance, as if his eyes were full of enemies.

"I can feel that some people are not willing to give in."

"They refuse to let go of the tragedy of the past."

Sak'el's eyes were burning:

"They are still digging out the taboos of the past, looking for the legacy of the past, trying to make up for the catastrophe and disaster eighteen years ago..."

"spiritualism."

spiritualism?

Thales looked at Sak'el blankly.

No.

it's not like that……

He turned his head with difficulty.

This dagger, this dagger was given to me by Yara...

But when he thought of this, Thales' thoughts paused for a moment.

Wait a moment.

J and Assassin's Flower may have misunderstood, but Shadow Shield...

Thales couldn't help but think of what Drillzi said in my tavern.

[From the almost crazy assassination of royal family members eighteen years ago, to now doing everything possible to ensure the survival of the prince...]

[The changes in attitude before and after Teng can only explain one thing.]

【The existence of that prince must mean something.】

Sak'el ignored the prince's strange behavior and continued talking to himself, his words were as cold as ice:

"They must be stopped."

He stuck to the word "stop" with absolute certainty and no doubt:

"Before the tragedy of the past reappears, before the next mistake is made."

After Sak'el finished speaking, Thales felt a chill running down his spine.

Samir smiled.

"Evocation," Samir repeated, shaking his head as if with disdain:

"What a shameful reason."

"But you haven't answered my question yet..."

"enough!"

At this moment, little Barney seemed to have run out of patience, and he interrupted Samir without any scruples.

Samir glanced at Barney dissatisfiedly, but the latter ignored him.

"So, you are not going to surrender, but you are going to continue to attack the prince, right?" Little Barney looked directly at Sak'el in front of him.

Sacher was silent for a second.

He did not answer directly, but coldly repeated what he had just said:

"They must be stopped."

Hearing this, Barney's expression became colder and colder.

"very good."

The former vanguard officer took off the shield hanging on his back, raised his sword, pointed it at Sak'el, and said with murderous intent:

"Then you too must be stopped."

Little Barney put aside all hesitation and care, and said in a cold voice: "In the name of the royal guard, we must count the crimes and punish the betrayal severely."

"Justice in return."

Thales immediately felt that everyone's bodies and nerves were tense.

Belletti, Bree, Tardin, Cannon, Nye, Naki, and the prisoners of the royal guard slowly dispersed, regained their weapons, stood in formation, and revealed their murderous intentions.

But no longer targeting Thales and Quick Rope.

Instead, he pointed directly at the punishment knight in front of him.

Even Samir, who was standing on the other side, slowly drew out his sword.

It was as if they had returned to the wartime state, as if the scene where old friends had just met was just an illusion.

Thales subconsciously tightened his grip on Ricky's sword, while Quick Rope rolled his eyes and raised the crossbow in his hand.

"Are you ready to accept your trial?" Little Barney stared at Sak'el unceremoniously, the disgust and hatred in his eyes almost overflowing:

"traitor?"

The Punishment Knight silently endured their gazes.

"Of course," Sak'el sighed and slowly picked up his axe. As he spoke, the sadness on his face turned into an inch of determination:

"Every day, every hour, every second."

"I'm ready."

At this moment, it was as if someone had pulled the timeline back to just now, and the Punishment Knight and his former colleagues were once again hostile.

The quick rope tugged at Thales, indicating whether he wanted to run away now or when a fight broke out.

But Thales shook his head.

He felt that the solemnity and tension in the field did not come from the opposing sides.

But just one of them.

"Barney?"

Naji raised his weapon and stared at the former watchman in front. He swallowed in embarrassment and said cautiously, "He has one person and we have seven."

Barney frowned.

"No, eight."

Samir interjected lightly. He walked to Sak'el's flank with his sword in hand, his eyes flashing with anger:

"All debts must be settled today."

Sak'el glanced at Samir, unknown emotions flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Little Barney also glanced at this coward who escaped from prison whom he disdained, pursed his lips, shook his head and said:

"Very good, eight."

As a result, the nine former members of the Royal Guards, nine people with bright star sin marks on their faces, nine people who had not seen each other in eighteen years...

Face each other in this moment and take up arms.

"One to eight, no," Naji sighed softly and said to himself:

"It's such a disparity."

The rest of the royal guards frowned.

Too disparate?

Thales thought about it and heard the heaviness in his words.

Sak'el glanced lightly and looked at everyone again, as if he was observing the battlefield.

"Yeah, I know."

He spoke softly, getting rid of all the undue emotions and becoming the calmest and most terrifying punishment knight again.

"I alone will beat eight of you."

Sak'el raised his fighting ax upside down and stepped forward.

Step, step, step.

"Indeed, this is for you..."
To be continued...