Spell; Melting Steel

Chapter 16: Hunger

King's Plains, England, 498.

Hazel's POV

I lifted my chin, "Yes, me."

Does he recall me from the castle? I guess I'm too beautiful to be forgotten.

"Who are you?" He asked with a tone of confusion.

I glared at him, "You don't know me?! You saw me—umm... ahem. I am the powerful daughter of the light!"

I stepped forwards to Elias' side. "Come on, help."

Elias fixed his posture and lifted his chin proudly, "Yes, she is."

Holding my waist and forcibly grinning at the crowd, I whispered. "That's it?"

"Uhh... ...And... I am, the son of fire!"

I clapped, "There you have it!"

"Get out of our sight." Flint gestured for us to step aside.

You wish! I ain't wasting my effort of risking myself to death by stepping away punk!

Glancing at him and his army, I stuck my tongue out. "You retreat, you ugly son of an ugly door lock or something!"

He frowned, "I am a son of an honorable warlock! A warlock killed by Uther!"

I raised an eyebrow, "And then what, you'll kill Arthur in revenge?"

He stared at me intently, I gazed back, averting my focus from his dark and thick brows. I'm doing my best not to laugh at him, okay?

"Yes." He said, full of darkness and coolth.

I didn't even flinch. Having proper training with a certain Lord Camberwell is great.

I shook my head gradually, "That doesn't make you any different from Uther. You know, hunger for revenge is never the key. Forgiveness will give you complete happiness. Look at me, I forgave Elias for making me part of this big suicidal mission of his. And I can smile like this."

I gave them my sweetest smile. Elias glanced at me in awkwardness once. Flint looked down as if contemplating. Oh come on, we all know what bad guys do after that! I wasted a brief speech for nothing. I abruptly face palmed.

"Stop thinking you twit! I know you're just making it dramatic before you kill us!" I shouted.

He looked up at me. His hand raised and did some kind of gesture.

"Shut up woman! Do not be ruining my grand dramatic piece of contemplation! And I was thinking of a way to make you miserable." He grinned.

Suddenly, a person hurried carrying a piece of cloth with a sword on it. He kneeled. Flint Blackclaw grabbed the weapon and swung it around.

It was a bright silver sword with pure luster. The hilt itself was shining and made of metal, twinkling and reflecting the sun as it swings. The blade looked as if it could cut your eyes by sight. Its grandness could match Excalibur, by looks at least.

He spoke, "I was thinking of slashing this sword through your throats. Forged by a dragon's breath... It can kill Arthur in one slash even with the tiniest of wounds."

I stared at it, "One slash?"

"Yes. And I could test it now!" He pointed it at us.

I worked hard to suppress my will to flinch. Gladly, I was able to, although, my knees really wanted to wobble. I shifted my legs' position to prevent them from shaking.