670 Curses

The scene startled the audience. The clicking cry and burst of mana seemed to belong to a wild beast rather than a human. The sole idea that Khan could voice such screams altered how those ordinary soldiers perceived him.

Anselm was an exception. His studies had been thorough and accurate. That defensive ability didn't startle him, but he remained surprised by the amount of released mana and its violence. Still, that didn't freeze him.

"You must bind it now, sir," Anselm revealed.

Khan glanced at Anselm before focusing on the knife. He moved it to his left hand, holding it tightly while sliding the blade on his right palm. That blunt edge didn't cut much, but blood spilled anyway, tainting it.

Anselm put more strength into his defensive stance. Taming a cursed weapon was no easy feat, and it was unclear what effect it would have on Khan. Many things could go wrong, and protecting the couple was his priority.