"Run…"
Thud!
Arkash's body collapsed to the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth.
Meliodas froze, shock rooting him in place.
"Arkash, what's wrong with you!? Don't mess with me!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic.
He rushed over and shook him, but Arkash didn't respond.
When he touched his nose, horror struck him—there was no breath. Arkash was dead.
"Dead!? How is this possible? Who did this?"
"It was me. Do you like the gift?"
A calm voice came from ahead.
Meliodas instinctively looked up and saw a man approaching, expression blank.
He was strikingly handsome, with black hair and a tall, commanding build. His purple eyes glinted coldly, piercing straight through Meliodas and sending a shiver down his spine.
He scrambled to his feet, anger and disbelief burning in his chest.
"Nolan Lorian… What is the meaning of this? Did you kill Arkash!?"
He had never imagined it would be Nolan—the foolish, useless prince of the Great Velmora Empire.
