"Father, we should just leave. He doesn't look that strong. I don't want him!"
Vacuse gritted his teeth. He didn't want her either. In fact, his mood was growing foul by the second. They blocked his way and began to spout nonsense?
After they dared to threaten his life? The only reason he hadn't tried to move against them was because they smelled of Dragons, and then they told him that story—the only connection he had to that strange Blood Spike that was after him.
The leader turned to his daughter. "Hush! I've told you not to judge by looks or the aura you feel around people. Those things can be manipulated.
"He is the Dragon heir, and he must be for some reason. Forgive me, Dragon heir, but what do you think about my proposal?"
Vacuse shrugged, his voice calm. "From a broad point of view, it's not bad. But then again, why should I trust your words? You appeared through a portal, something that shouldn't be easy. You are not telling me the whole truth."
