There was silence in the crowd after Fabian's remarks. A few seconds passed, Fabian finally turned his back against them and faced our four opponents, who were clapping at his speech.
"Your Majesty, I will fight Acheron." I glanced at him at his suggestion, nodding as soon as I caught his solemn expression. "One thing why these people want to separate me from you is that they won't regenerate from an injury from Maleficent."
On instinct, my eyes feel on Acheron's bicep where Fabian stabbed him. The bleeding stopped, but the wound was still there. It was still just as big as earlier and it didn't heal in the slightest.
"Ahh... that is why." I nodded in understanding. Maleficent was created by the soul of vampires Fabian slewed in the past. So it was only logical that the Undead who sucked soul instead of blood were wary of Maleficent. No wonder Acheron was hurt with just a stab from Maleficent but didn't even flinch when I severed his limb.
