People have to snatch happiness when they can. In this world, it is always easier to lose than to find.
Zane also ordered the same thing to his people.
But not happiness.
He ordered something else to snatch.
"Let's snatch the flame from the flamekeeper."
Everyone clenched their fists.
Their eyes flared with determination.
Zane was satisfied with their look.
"Now divide yourself in two parts." He said.
Everyone nodded and made two groups.
But not everyone.
Some held their weapons and placed them on their waist.
"Should I divide myself vertically or horizontally, my lord?" One of them asked.
Zane raised his brows.
"No. No. Don't do it. I meant something else."
"Oh. My bad."
"And don't call me my lord. I am no lord. I am one of you. But a little smarter."
"As you say."
They rested their weapons and stood straight.
… They are acting normally as if they weren't about to kill themselves just now.
