What should he do?
The young boy looked at Ryan's conflicted expression with confusion. No matter what, the weird expression made him inwardly panic. No matter what, a trapped animal will feel the danger at some point, and he was exactly that—a trapped animal.
"Princess Seraphina," he said hesitantly. "May I ask why I was called here?"
Seraphina smiled. "For nothing. Just wait, Ryan will tell you."
Ryan took a deep breath.
It was time for a choice. But…
Humanity or Strength?
Were those two things mutually exclusive?
Did one have to become a villain to gain true strength?
Seraphina acted as if having no morales was a necessity to become someone strong. As if morality was a great weakness to shed away. But was it truly like that? What would strength amount to if he had no human heart beneath the layers of swords and armor?
"Miguel," Ryan said. "I have something to ask you."
"What is it, prince Ryan?"
