"Your Highness, make sure to not leave my side," a young man with silver hair said. "The enemy is stronger than we expected."
"Indeed," another young man who looked exactly like the one with silver hair commented. The only difference between the two of them was the color of his hair, which was dark blue. "A Ranker Avatar, two Initiates, a Necromancer, and an Arclich. Dear me, he also has a Death Tyrant. Maybe we bullied the wrong group."
Prince Lowell clicked his tongue in annoyance as he gazed at his right-hand man who was battling against the old lady who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Esmond! Kill that old hag right away!" Prince Lowell ordered. "What's taking you so long?!"
Esmond, who had swatted one of Vera's puppets away, backed off as he gave the Prince a side-long glance.
"My apologies, Your Highness," Esmond replied. "This old ginger is still spicy. It will take some time to subdue her."
"Just hurry up!"
"As you command, Your Highness."