The Sleeping Monster
Henrick and his knights went completely pale the moment they arrived.
A pile of corpses littered around, as the ground was splattered with blood stains, and in the middle of all this mess, was a boy who was taking a nap. The moment Henrick got closer the boy yawned as he stretched his body looking at the new arrival.
The night wind swept through the clearing.
The smell of blood was so heavy it felt almost tangible.
Leaves slowly drifted over the corpses before becoming soaked red.
One of the knights behind Henrick suddenly covered his mouth.
"Ugh..."
Another knight's face had already lost all color.
"W-what happened here...?"
"No..."
"Who... Who could've done this?"
Then their eyes moved toward the only living person present.
Victor lazily rubbed his eyes.
Golden eyes slowly opened.
His expression carried the relaxed appearance of someone who had just awakened from a peaceful sleep.
