Oswald felt the cold bite of Jonathan’s blade at his back. Panic knotted his stomach.
“Don’t make a sound, or you die,” Jonathan said.
Oswald swallowed. He knew how powerful Jonathan had become; the man could kill him without effort. Jonathan had been missing for months, an elusive figure even during Oswald’s time in Bastion. Only Kruger and Bartholomew had been able to summon him when needed. After their deaths, Jonathan simply vanished.
“P-please… don’t kill me,” Oswald begged, his voice small.
The blade pressed and rotated, digging a little deeper. “You told them about me, Oswald. You were a snitch.”
“I only said what everyone already knew. I didn’t know much about you, anyway,” Oswald stammered. He knew only that Jonathan had worked with them, hunting criminals with Kruger, and that his mercenary class and builder profession were common knowledge.
“You spent years helping Bartholomew,” Jonathan said, his breath close to Oswald’s ear. “You were there the times they sent soldiers to the Haven to humiliate Angelica, humiliate me.”
Oswald felt the words freeze him. “I never ordered anyone to beat or hurt anyone. But you have to understand, if we acted with authority, criminals would fear invading the Safe Zone, and it would also make people think twice before betraying us. It was all for the sake of order, I swear. Horrible crimes didn’t happen because we were strict. And I always sent barrels of water whenever your things were destroyed.”
The blade tightened. “P-please… I don’t want to d-die.”
Silence stretched between them, long and heavy. Then Jonathan spoke, slow. “Take out the healing potions you’ve been keeping. Put them on the table. Slowly.”
Understanding hit Oswald like ice.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” he asked. If Oswald were killed, his storage item would vanish with him. The only way to recover its contents was to have him empty it while alive.
“Kill you?” Jonathan laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. “Please, Oswald. Killing you now would be too easy. You’ll be useful to them in the war. I want everyone to reach the castle. I like living, too, the more help I have, the better.”
Oswald couldn’t tell if he was speaking the truth or lying.
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