"STOP!!" Askara screamed with all the air left in his lungs. "What are you planning to do with her?!"
The figure in the three-horned mask tilted his head.
"What? Nothing. Just a friendly exchange," he said mockingly. "At least we won't kill her"
Three more masked cultists appeared beside him, their masks bearing two horns each. One of them carried Ayana, unconscious, slung over his shoulder like a prize.
"Chief," one of them asked, "we're ready to leave at any moment"
"Good." The three-horned mask stepped closer to Ayana, brushing her hair aside, lowering his face as if to smell her. "What are you going to do, Prince Askara~?"
"You bastard!! Keep your hands off her!!"
"Ohh~ Is she someone special to you, Prince?" the masked man teased. "What a pity. I can't take you too... You must be very lucky to have been born a D'Archy"
"Y-YOU... !"
The three-horned mask chuckled and straightened. "Alright. Time to go. Goodbye, Prince. Let's not meet again"
