He had heard someone walking down this silent underground prison alone.

Syrem had heard the cell door screeching open before the person came and took off his blindfold.

That person had looked at Syrem and asked a question.

�How can you have any hope of living?�

That person was Alberu Crossman. It was the future king of the Roan Kingdom.

Syrem could not forget how Alberu had asked that question with a stoic expression without even mocking him.

�Do you really think there is a chance of you surviving?�

Syrem had given up hope after hearing that.

He had been left alone since then.

�I guess it makes no sense for me to think that I could survive.�

Which kingdom would let someone who tried to get rid of them live?

Especially when it was someone who held no value as a prisoner.

The citizens of the kingdom would revolt if they let him live.

�So, they should just quickly kill me!�

It was at that moment.

Tap, tap.

Syrem could hear the sound of footsteps coming from down the corridor.

Tap, tap.

Syrem became anxious.

It was just one person.

It was like when the crown prince had come down last time.

Tap, tap.

He heard only one set of footsteps.

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