Malakai didn't say anything. He had nothing to say to the sovereign.
He had seen the man's gaze and knew exactly what he meant.
However, he didn't feel the need to respond. From the very beginning, he had already resolved to give it his all.
He would join the hunt, and he would win it. Nothing would stand in his way.
Those weren't words he spoke aloud. Instead, his eyes had said it all.
The sovereign saw it, and his eyes glinted, as though intrigued.
Malakai lowered his gaze after that, his mouth never stopping as he recited the creed.
Soon enough, the crowd echoed the final words of the creed, and once again, silence fell.
Othric nodded. "I wish you luck."
"Thank you, Sovereign!" the crowd bowed and echoed in unison. In the next moment, Othric turned and walked back into the main building, the Pulses trailing respectfully behind him.
As the sovereign departed, the crowd began to murmur again, only to go silent when the Iron Saint stepped forward.
