"You dare turn against me on the battlefield?!"
Upon hearing the murderous words of the Fourth Prince, the Great Prince's hand gripping his longsword began to tremble uncontrollably. His face was filled with panic and dismay.
His grey eyes darted around in desperation, sending a mix of fury and a hint of pleading looks towards the traditional nobles who once swore loyalty to him, trying to make them rethink their betrayal.
Never in his wildest dreams did the Great Prince imagine that these traditional nobles, who had once kowtowed and flattered him, would one day point their weapons at him!
However, the response the Great Prince received was only indifference and disdain.
Those traditional nobles standing behind the Fourth Prince did not bother to look directly at their former master. Instead, they regarded him like a stranger and an enemy, their eyes filled with coldness and killing intent.
"Mr. Sharples, why have you betrayed me?"