But...
Doing this was equivalent to lighting a flare in a dark room.
If he used Holy Mana that pure and intense energy wave would be instantly sensed by the Obsidian Dawn mages in the region and especially by those damned Princes.
His presence would be revealed. His stealth plan would collapse and he would become prey before reaching the Duchess. His mission was to save the entire North he could not risk millions for the sake of saving a single family.
This cold ruthless logic occupied Cassian's mind. He was not a hero. He was not a Saint.
With an expressionless face he continued to look at the pitiful sight before him. Then he made his decision.
Without saying anything he slowly turned around. He stepped out the door to leave them to their bitter fate in this cold room.
Just then...
From behind him a weak broken voice rose from the little girl holding the knife. A pure primal confession drowning in sobs.
"I am hungry..."
