Chapter 68: Enemy
With his new Clown Guard, Skeleton Archers, and Skeleton Infantry safely in his core, Charon returned to his room.
He was still sitting cross-legged on his bed, a position he planned to stay in, before he heard a knock at his door.
Frowning, he stood.
’Who could be coming to visit?’
He instantly considered the chances that the High Elders had learned of his Stadia fights and had sent someone to collect him to lecture him on why that wasn’t allowed.
Or they could get rid of him outright, unwilling to risk a repeat offender.
Sparing a moment to grab his black dagger and tuck it away in his sleeve, he approached and grabbed the handle, pulling the door open with a quick tug.
A tall blonde man was standing on the other side, wearing a freshly pressed black robe.
Gone were the golden embellishments, instead being replaced with a few silver threads at the cuffs and around the neck, providing just enough to show he wanted to come across as classy without overdoing it.
Two sheaths hung at his waist, each holding a shortsword.
The moment he caught sight of Charon, he smiled, the action slightly annoying as it reminded the teenager of how much better looking Emerius was.
’It’s just not fair! Why did the gods have to bless him with the looks and not me? A girl like Annie will always pick him!’