It seems even Tyrin didn't know what befell him as he was grabbed by the throat and slammed against a wall. He let out a sound like a scared animal as he winced but Arthur was already throwing him into one of the rooms. Tyrin's body rolled on the ground before colliding with a wall.
"I don't have time, Tyrin." Arthur touched the door and closed it just like he opened the one before. He walked as the beautiful boy was coughing and gasping for air. He needs to end this quickly so he could pass the region. "Where's the artifact?"
"Who… are you?" Tyrin looked at him with fear and despair. It seems he couldn't wrap his head around the identity of this person.
Without saying anything, Arthur took out the golden dagger from his subspace. Seeing its golden shimmer in the air, Tyrin's eyes widened with realization. He pointed his finger at Arthur, trembling visibly. Arthur brought his dagger downward as it dug to Tyrin's hand on the ground, fastening it to the ground.
