"What happened, Marat? Did your conscience finally awaken inside your dark heart? Tell me the tru—”

SO

whatever happened to Marat, the giant soldier who had been tasked with leading Naftali to the city for his execution?

At first, the dangerous man was thrilled that he had walked away with so much money, all for the price of abandoning a single mission. But he did not foresee the consequences of his actions. Once the alcohol Naftali had plied him with at the inn had worn off, he began to doubt his decision. Was it wise to lie to the king? After all, a brute like himself was only good at two things, killing and looting. Working in the king’s army was the perfect occupation for a man like himself. Where else would he be able to utilize his unique… skills?

Sure enough, the moment the king arrived back from his tour around the kingdom, he summoned Marat to the throne room.

“Marat, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“What happened to the boy?”

“What boy?”