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Why does it always circle back to me? I wondered as I stared at Amias’s huge eyes. The need to argue with him boiled inside my thoughts. However, I knew I had no time. Lyana needed saving. Even if I wasn’t the one to gather the cure to the huntress’s poisoning, I knew I was doing something. And it scared me. For a moment, I remembered the feeling of a great sense of courage when I brandished the sword in front of my enemies. The blade was back in my grasp, but the bravery was nowhere to be found. “Do you really think I could defeat the Minotaur? What if I die? What if the demons get to me and take the Angel’s sword away?” The weapon’s glow winked as though responding. Amias just stared at me. His throat moved as he swallowed. He was probably sick and tired of hearing me whine, but I could