Chapter 35

Princess Celedes kneeled before her father wearing a gold color apron dress, an outer layer garment of a blue color girdle wrapping around the waist.

Wearing turn leathery shoes, blond long hair, jaded green eyes, round complexion.

Father your foolish son took sixty percent of our army.

Vanthras grid his goblet tightly forced pressure couture iron goblet and swings his arm to the right, goblet flows toward the right side making a clapping sound, The arrogant bastard endangers my empire my ancestor worked toward to achieve only brought down my very flesh and blood.

Gather your soldiers my dear daughter bring me your brother in chain.

Celedes and her loyal retainer Telendan Road both equine steeds on marble road pavement behind them were a legion of soldiers and ten wyvern riders flowing onto the air, my lady your knave brother should be hung for his treasonous action disobey your father's direct order is punishable offend by hanging.

You're right Telendan my father decreed that I Chains my older brother and my younger brother Anazien would be my last brother.

I am sorry for your grace your brother Jerrel will be imprisoned in the black dungeon or possibly worse executed on Alazaius hills.

I will try every means to prevent his execution he is my brother separated by different mothers blood runs deeper.

I heard from the Magi Coven that your brother Anazien slew Red Wyvern Ahmor in an epic aerial battle with trustee Steed the golden Wyvern Jeremicus, I hear from Villein the Gold Prince bit off Red Wyvern's throat plunge to his demise.

Anazien is such a vain child being the youngest among the emperor's children prides himself on his aerial warfare.

Telendan took his nasal helmet revealing a scar across his face that went in a diagonal line he reminiscence a duel with a young boastful prince clashing both swords his sword Naamath the penitent sword forged by dwarven blade smith Leonach Frostbeard a prominent well-known dwarven runic magi he sought him out as young squire with no title or land beg him pleading with his heart Leonarch took pity on poor squire forge Naamath long sword with sharp edge blade make of milk glass glowing silver light.

Prince Anazien's sword is a curvy scimitar forged by a dark elf blade smith called Lorenzien a grotesque, monstrosity greedy by seeking materialistic wealth prince Anazien pays the highest Lorenzien to forge the highest quality blade.

Prince challenges him to a duel Anazien swings his scimitar in a curvy line to parry the blade, Telendan thrusts Naamath toward Prince Anazien pivots to the side and swings the blade upward slicing his face and leaving a permanent scar.

Each time Telendan reminiscent boils him with wrathful rage longing for vengeance Celedes sees Telendan contemplating urging him to wake from his thoughts, Telendan what are you contemplating about?

Nothing your highness.

You seem yearning for something, my dear retainer.