A bunch of Eldorian heroes circled us as they drew every kind of weapons and pointed it directly at me. I blinked hard, momentarily dumbfounded by their aggressiveness.
"Ler'thalan nalo durin-kelith!"[1] One of them harshly shouted at me in their Eldorian language.
"Excuse me?" I scoffed.
'Are they blind?' The thought echoed as my irritation festered. There I was, soaked in sweat and radiating exhaustion from rescuing their precious crown prince, yet they saw me as their enemy.
My anger bubbled beneath the surface as I held both of my hands up signifying that I surrenndered, intentionally letting their precious crown prince fall down to the ground. It was childish but I wanted to provoking the heroes.
True enough, the heroes immediately rushed to Ezekiel, glaring at me as if I had tossed a dagger into their way instead of merely dropping a prince.
"Wait! She's not—" Ezekiel tried to defend me but I cut him off.
