Battle of Words

XXXX Continent, Seraph Kingdom, at the royal training grounds.

"Shouldn't be training with your members for the war for the throne, Big Brother Arshe?" Vanadir let out a light yet mocking chuckle as he asked the man in front of him, taking on a cold yet serious tone. Nevertheless, his gaze towards the man was one filled with vigilance and slight combat intent.

Of course, the man in front of him couldn't care less as to whether how he was viewed. As a light grin appeared on his face, the man named Arshe replied, "Normally, I should be doing that…but taking care of my younger brothers take precedence, no?"