🐙 Planet Aberat, Kingdom of Selya-Mira 🐙

"Wouldn't it have been easier to break them down right after they left the chamber?" - a rhetorical question flashed through his mind. - Alas, I took an oath, and I cannot do that, - he draws his sword and takes a fighting stance. - So, you are in league with our black standard-bearer, brave knight who saved the beautiful princess. Are you aware of the situation outside, miss? There is a reinforcement coming, and the streets are swarming with guards and agents; they will catch up to you in an instant and finish you off. For your own good, it is better for you to stay here. If you are not satisfied with the conditions of your confinement, you can file a complaint, and I promise it will be carefully considered. And I will deal with this cellar of yours again.
He decided that he would deliver his, probably, last blow in this life with the flat side of the blade, when she rushes at him. Perhaps the blacksmith who forged it would consider this an insult to his craft.