At the top of the hill, Elijah was sitting leisurely on a rock with his legs crossed and looking down at the road far below. One arm was crossed over his knee while the other, he was using it to lazily rest his face on his knuckles. The way he was observing the things happening down below was as though he were watching some interesting but light TV drama.
"H-he's looking at you." Mike broke the silence. "Are you sure about this, Your Highness? What if Prince Sebastian ends up coming after us?"
"No, he won't." Elijah replied with nonchalance. However, there was a hint of confidence in his tone as though he was very sure that what Mike was afraid of would not happen.
"I don't know about that. Can't you see he's super angry right now?" Mike's tone wavered a little as he could feel Prince Sebastian's heavy gaze and the pressure exerted even all the way here. He shivered at the thought of Prince Sebastian's mad rage.
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