“Necromancer,” Sisyphus greeted out, looking right at the prisoner, “Since you are here with us, would you mind telling him now what you have told us before. Please?”Silence was his answer and it clearly made Sisyphus grew even more anxious.“Hasgard?”The Taurus moved. One of his hands clasped the specter’s shoulder, hauling him up on his knees, and the other twisted the youngster’s left hand behind his back. The Necromancer cried out in pain, and Hasgard grumbled to him, “Speak man. Tell what you just told us. Don’t make this worse than it already is.”The specter’s body quivered violently with hate and fear but it was the pain that required him not to be told twice. His bleeding lips trembled as he started to speak, “At the time of our invasion, I saw my Commander Griffon Minos flew away from the battle.... It was after he sacked the village and...”“Who he flew away with, Byaku?” Sisyphus asked.Byaku’s watery eyes gazed at Sisyphus full of loathing, “With a saint...”He gnashed at the pain in his hurt hand behind his back; Shion was sure he heard a faint sound of a bone being cracked. Hasgard possessed a petrifying power, there was no doubt about that, and at the moment that specter had already grasped at the whole concept very clearly. He also looked he was about to faint but before that Shion was sure he would spill everything.His predicament was proofing correct, as Byaku winced, collecting all his remaining strength to breath out, “It was... a Gold saint...”“And do you see that certain Gold saint in this room?”Byaku’s words would forever haunted Shion’s mind as the specter’s gaze now directed toward Albafica, “It was... him... He who attacked us that day with his roses...”Heavy silence followed. Shion thought he could hear loud thumbs of something that were actually the beatings of his own heart. Beside him Dohko could only stare in horror, his dark brown eyes switched between the specter, Albafica, and then lastly to Sisyphus. Sure, except for every Gold in the room, he was the only one who had been clueless to everything. The Libra was practically stunned in deep shock.Then again, his reaction was nothing compared to what was painted on Albafica’s face.Albafica was heavily thunderstruck. Blood was drained from his face, making it completely white, and he was totally frozen, unable to exhibit any move nor word. He visibly flinched as Aspros crouched closer with unreadable expression on his face and lifted his face slightly when the Gemini asked him a question.“Albafica, is that true what he just said? You willingly went away with Minos?”Albafica gulped, returning the gaze of the Greek man, surrendering very quickly, “Yes it is true.”“Why?” This time it was Sisyphus and Albafica looked up to him.“Because he wished to... heal me...”Sisyphus blinked both in anger and disbelief, “He.... was what?”“During our fight, Minos broke every bone in my body and I was nearly died,” he answered openly, “But he refused to kill me and instead offered to heal me. And so I went with him.” He swallowed the dread and went on, “I’m sorry Sisyphus. I should’ve told you this...”“Why?” The General cut him off, still refusing to believe, “Why he wished to heal you?”Now was when things had started to get very, very dangerous and Albafica shook his head, pretending innocence, “I don’t know....”“And why did you agree to come with him?”“Because I didn’t want to die. I wish to fight, to protect Sanctuary and the village, like what was assigned to me,” he breathed, “Was I wrong, Commander, for not wanting to die?”“And you believed him that time? That he wished to heal you and not kill you instead?”He nodded, “I did.”Sisyphus went quiet. Although a question of why Minos did such thing was still hanging in the air, Albafica’s confession sounded genuine, if not generating pity. Should a saint was given a second chance in life, they would surely take it. No one could blame one’s desire to continue to live, and it could be a useful thing too as Athena was always in great need for an extra fighter.