“No I’m not.” Nicholas replied calmly. His deep voice added a touch of firmness to the reply. Jean looked at him, looked even harder, looked away and looked back again. He showed his head and stood up, putting both hands on his hip“I’ve been talking to a mad man this entire time haven’t I? You have gone bloody senile haven’t you?” Jean accused him. Nicholas found it funny although he knew it wasn’t . Only mad men would think of doing what he was asking for.“The Prince has the influence I need to get into the En Companion Tower. I’ve tried and failed before. I won’t fail again, I need his help to make sure of that.”“The prince of IRLORE is the devil. He is from hell. He answers to the devil every night and he sleeps with witches. He is bellzabul or whatever they call it. He will rip in pieces before you cross the border into his neighboring states, not even his state. He doesn't do favors, you of all people know that.”“Still I need his help. My enemy brought an entire army against

“Daddy he is bleeding. You can’t be asking him questions in a situation like this.” Zalaya yelled at her father, he sneered at her, she ignored him, rushing to Nicholas.“Zalaya, wait…” Nicholas grumbled, getting up painfully. He straightened himself, clenching his teeth as he swallowed the pain and heaved. He looked The prince in the eyes again.“You are right, I am related to the Belford family’s patriarch. He is my father. I am the heir of the Belford family.”Everyone looked at him. There was an instant spell of silence on their lips, then, The Prince began to laugh. His laughter filled the entire room. It sounded so freaking upsetting. Nicholas clenched his fist, but everything about him was calm. He stood firm, with his dead eyes, blood dripping from his bullet wound.It took the big fat Prince five minutes to finally stop laughing. He came close to Nicholas and patted him on the back, really hard. The Prince breathed, chuckling a little bit.“Oh boy, you have quite a sense of