Chapter 110: Of Heresy
Once more, Kir found himself frozen.
"Explain yourself! You said you were of no House!" Amarena demanded.
"I said it and I meant it. I am Kir Gale, son of Bridget and Darlae of Darlbridge," Kir said.
"Then why was your name on Maledict’s lips when he tried to tempt me into his house? Do you deny he is your father?"
"What?!" Kir said, his surprise absolute. "My only relation to Maledict is by blood, and because he contracted me to find my birth mother for him. I just want him to leave me and my family alone."
"You mean to say you didn’t know? Your father sought to win me to his side before he cast me down here. He proposed we wed."
Kir went slack-jawed.
"Fuck that!" he declared, one eye twitching. "Look, I don’t know what Maledict said to you, but I want nothing to do with his schemes."
"I find it an impossible coincidence that we should meet at random, Son of Heresy."
"Look, I’ve been trapped in a dungeon for who knows how long, but it was summer when I went in. I’ve fought my way through abominations, monsters, and creatures bigger than you and I combined to survive to this point. I’m telling you the truth because I have no desire to fight demons on behalf of others."
He paused for breath. "I have people who care about me on Ayther who I need to let know that I’m alive and that elf" he pointed as best he could without raising his arm "is who I need so I can try to get a message to them. You, and whatever relationship you have with Maledict, are not my concern." Kir raised his arms just enough that the flats of the blades contacted his biceps. "So can we just put the swords away? My group will be here any minute."