The answer to that question was yes but even if he could fight, he couldn’t hope to defeat those things. His legs shook as he withdrew his sword, his magic not even responding as he called on it. Looking at his reflection on his trembling sword, the fear in his eyes was a sort of mockery.
“Be calm, Rio. You will soon become the Fairy Duke” he whispers. He takes a deep breath and summons his magic again. From the corner of his eyes, Hephit watched this all happen. Figuring it wasn’t worth his time, he looked away. But Rio’s magic finally responded, bringing in a gale that swept all of Hephit’s drawings clean. The boy went pale immediately.
“You”
“I-I-I AM SO SORRY, YOUR GRACE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME”
“Shouting won’t help you. No one can save you now. Do you know just how long I have spent
