The two guards stationed at Venuce's gate had never seen a noble act the way Kyle just had.
One of them lay dead in a pool of his own blood, his head nearly severed by the sharp glint of Kyle's sword.
The other stood frozen, his mouth trembling as he pointed a shaking finger at Kyle.
"You… you'll pay for this."
The guard stammered.
Kyle didn't reply—he simply turned his eyes on the man, and the intensity in that gaze made the guard flinch.
"Wait! I-I mean… I'll go and bring you permission to enter. I'll get Sir Veldom's word. Please wait!"
The guard quickly corrected himself, stepping back.
Bruce narrowed his eyes and leaned in toward Kyle.
"Young master, he's lying. He has no intention of coming back."
The guard heard him and waved his hands defensively.
"No! I swear I'll return. I'll give him your message."
Kyle sighed as if tired by the whole affair.
"I know. That's why I'm making sure you do.""
He said calmly.
