As Artorias' words echoed in his ears, the mad grin on Ulric's face widened as a soft chuckle slipped past his lips.
Still, he couldn't blame him. He had known there was a measure of risk in his plan. But the probability had been low. Extremely low. Low enough to give him the confidence to proceed.
Even so, what was life without a little risk?
If Artorias or any other major powerhouse could hear his thoughts, they would no doubt spit out a mouthful of blood.
What nonsense about a little risk? That was a life-and-death deciding moment!
It was even more bizarre given that the more talented one became, or the higher one ascended the ranks of power, the more afraid of dying they grew.
But the youth before him was different.
Quite the opposite, actually.
Probably why he had fallen into the trap so easily.
He just hadn't expected the youth to be so fearless in the face of death. Definitely far braver than he had anticipated.
But that didn't matter now.
