[ He spins, turning to the voice, and meets a familiar face, but one that makes him scowl immediately.

Didn’t remember him, huh? Too young to have committed any of his crimes, huh? What a joke.

He drew his sword. ]

I’m not afraid of you. [ The rage was slipping into his expression. ]

You may have fooled my uncle, but you can’t fool me! You even dare to wear his colours!! What kind of game are you playing at?