Time For Round Two.

'What are you on about? This isn't the time to make f*cking jokes.' Prince Arentis cursed back, not paying too much attention to his report.

He was already pissed about that fact that prince Domino was gaining more ground on princess Anastasia than him.

'Son, you are teamless.'

'Huh?'

Alas, when even his father delivered the same news, prince Arentis didn't dare to take it lightly anymore.

Still, this didn't mean that he had accepted it with an open mind since it was simply too much to take.

'Don't fight over the ancestral wine jar anymore. Just keep it always on your sight and try to steal it when the other two teams fight.' 

The more clan head Azesdirth spoke, the uglier prince Arentis' expression had gotten. He was left with no choice but to accept the reality before him.

His team got absolutely f*cked.