His Finest Hour VI
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Third Prince acted like he had seen a ghost, which was strange.
"Could this masked man be one of the Third Prince's foes?"
At the beginning, the spectators had simply thought the hatred between the two could be traced to the arrow that the Third Prince had shot.
Then they had found the masked man to be very resolute. It didn't make any sense if the feud was only due to an arrow, but the Third Prince had too many enemies for them to know which one the masked man was.
Yet they were completely sure the two hated each other, so they became more interested in the fight.
No way.
The Third Prince sized the masked man up carefully. His figure looked entirely different from the guy he was thinking about.
Besides, he didn't believe that guy would have had the strength to confront him in as little as six months time.
"Is this a prank? I'll shatter your mask!"