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Chapter 7

" Is that- " Oda wasn't able to finish her sentence when the shadow on the floor took form and slowly started turning into an actual elf.

If Errot didn't know that there was an Ink that could shape himself as a shadow whenever he wanted, he would have been frightened by the sight afore him.

Instead, he blinked at Santos presence, his face serious and collected. He glanced at Oda and he was grateful to see that she wasn't about to freak out either.

Santos was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest and his head thrown down. A big, black cloak was covering most of his face and clothes, making him look like the Grim Reaper, itself. His nails were also painted black and if you looked closely you could see a case for arrows and knives wrapped around his waist.

"Santos, right?" Errot kept eyeing him carefully, so he wouldn't get caught. 

Santos kept his gaze glued to the floor and his voice low. "If you don't stop checking me out, I'll stab you. " He said in a serene tone.

Errot moved his gaze away from him and stayed silent, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would screw everything up.

"And quit acting like you're not sure of what my name is, since you dragged it through the dirt only a while ago" Santos said coolly and raised his eyes just a little bit upwards.

"I simply said-...wait, you were there?" Errot furrowed his eyebrows.

Santos let an almost inaudible sigh out and took a better look at Errot by pushing his hoodie a bit back. He then averted his gaze and his lips started forming a small side smirk that quickly faded away. "Look kid, I can now s- "

"If you want to call me a kid then go ahead but just so you know, this kid will soon be working with you, so you either respect that or save your comments for yourself." All the pressure and anger that Errot had collected since he stepped into Ink Blood finally erupted and he couldn't let another person treat him like that even if this said person is a cold- hearted criminal.

There was a deadly silent pause, during which no one was moving or saying a word. Then, in a matter of seconds, Santos had removed himself from the wall and he had Errot on a chockhold, a knife against his throat.

Errot immediately placed his hands into Santos' arm against his neck so he could pull it away but Santos was way stronger than him. He could literally feel his lips on his ear, softly moving against it while he was talking.

"Consider this a friendly warning, White. Nobody here ever interrupts me when I talk and an arrogant new born won't be the first to do that. I couldn't care less about who you are, who you're not and what you've discovered, if you demand respect better be able to give it back or I'll make sure your time in the castle will hurt like hell for you and the blonde " Errot slightly shivered both at the feeling of the shiny metal of the blade against his neck and of the iciness of Santos' voice. He refused to show any weakness nonetheless, his pride above his fear.

"Nod if you understand"

It took a little while for Errot to nod but he eventually did.

Santos set his grip free and removed the knife from Errot's throat in a swift motion. He pulled his hoodie back up to cover his face again.

"Oh and. I work alone." He announced monotonously and started walking ahead in the corridors. "Now, follow me."

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It didn't take very long for them to arrive to the room they were assigned to. Santos dully informed them that the King's chambers were at the other side of the black corridor and warned them not to even think of approaching them.