Little Illya ran deeper into the forest, wanting nothing other than to get back home to where her mother and father were waiting. His short legs could only cover such a small distance, and having grown weaker when it comes to physical abilities, little Griffin caught up to her in no time, blindly swinging the sharp object in his tiny hands.
“Daddy says it’s not murder if it is for self-dense! And you,” he screamed towards her as the distance between them grew once more. “You have brought misery to plenty of people in our kingdom! Why did the king and queen let you live anyway? Just because you are a duke’s daughter!”
“No, I didn’t harm anyone!” Illya sobbed, her trembling slowing her movements. One strike and the blade ripped her flesh open. Surprised at the lack of reaction, Griffin onc
