Chapter 30
Derrick's eyes peeled open, and goosebumps appeared around his body, a phenomenon that only occurred whenever he was in danger.
Derrick's eyes locked onto a man in his mid-thirties, who held what looked like a scalpel inches above his head.
Derrick leaped off his bed. He reached for his sword, but it was nowhere to be found.
Without any hesitation, he put his fists up, switching to martial arts, his mind running through the multiple skills that could be used in this scenario.
"Calm down, Prince Derrick," the man said with fear written in his eyes. He had heard stories about how violent the prince could be.
"Who are you, and what did you try to do to me?" Derrick asked. He didn't dare drop his guard.
His eyes remained locked on the man, waiting for the slightest trace of hostility in his actions or body language.
"I was trying to wake you up." The man answered honestly.
