“It would be so much faster to kill us,” I say. “Why would I want to?” Joon asks. “The five of you were able to take my crown and survive. Had I not had the real relic on my arm instead, I would be dead, thanks to my daughter.” He stops and glares at her. There is legitimate pain in his expression, but then he blinks and it’s gone. “Therefore, the five of you could also get the ring and make it out of Khitan.”
