"He won't get far, just a few-year-old child. There's absolutely no hope of him escaping today."
"Once caught, we'll carve him open, just like his parents! Hang him on the mansion rooftop for public display!"
"Their family has royal blood. Wouldn't this be going too far?"
"We've come this far, and precisely for this reason, we must see it through to the end."
"Never let the Marquis' remaining scum escape!"
The sound of their searching footsteps drew near, forcing him to hold his breath once more.
"..."
His eyes stung, and at this moment, he thought perhaps giving up on running and ending his life right now might be the best option.
This way, there would be no fear, nor any pain.
The inexplicable flames, impossible to extinguish, stung his cheeks.
The rising tide surged as he listened to the echoes of calamity.
