'WHY GOD, WHY? WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP SITUATION IS THIS? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER HIM NOW?'
Noah screamed inside his mind, but outside his throat almost choke in fear to utter a word. By this time, he had realized that he had reached a dead end in this situation. An assassin entering inside the Crown Prince's chamber will have only one motive, and Xanthus grasped it accurately.
But no one would ever understand the twisted things he was going through, when in this world he was already labeled as a violent assassin, despite him being just an innocent man who despised sharp objects more than anything!
His throbbing heart had reached its limit with Xanthus's intense gaze and firm grip on his chin. Unable to escape the fatal situation anymore, he quivered with tears rolling down, "I-If I t-tell you the tr-truth, would you b-believe me, My L-Lord?"
