Whoosh!

Gillian’s axe was inches away from the knight’s neck, poised to deliver a fatal blow.

But just before the axe could slice through, a voice rang out.

“Wait.”

Ghislain’s calm command echoed through the air, and the axe halted in mid-swing.

Drip, drip...

Though the axe had stopped just short, the knight's neck had already been slightly cut, and blood began dripping onto the ground.

“Hah, hah!”

The knight, still kneeling, gasped for air, his mind racing in panic.

‘They’re insane!’

If Ghislain hadn’t intervened, he knew he would’ve been decapitated on the spot. His entire body trembled as …