Extra Chapter: (POV)

(A/N = Author's note)

Back in Elerdia, a small southern Kingdom-: (The Imperial Palace)

"Your Highness, there has been no sight of the young Duchess Castano!" a solider-figure said as he looked up at the Emperor- who looked absolutely furious. He grabbed the nearest golden vase- showcasing in the corner of the room and tossed it at the solider.

(A/N: Careful fatty (-_-))

"Damn this war!" he cried obnoxiously. Not only has he lost the most important person in the Kingdom, but his entire nation is also falling apart because of the raid caused by a mysterious clan. Could they be siding with the enemy territory?

"Careful Your Majesty," the First Prince said as he watched the scene before him.

Those brats even dared to leave behind a shameless message craved onto Temple's walls. The nerve! The Temple was the prove of Elerdia's magical gift!

On the walls of the Holy Temple was a carving of a Hawk's figure- clawed with blood as its wings- showing authority. Were they trying to rebel?? What was the intention of stealing Duchess Castano? Bribery?

That woman was clearly the fiancee of his favorite grandson(Archduke)- how dare they mock him?!

"Call for the Archduke! Where is that brat!?" the Emperor cried. In the blink of an eye- a dark clothed figure appeared in front of him- the Archduke. The Emperor's Loyal Guard.

"What happened? Why were we intruded? I clearly left the border security in YOUR Command!" The Emperor snapped at the Archduke.

"...My apologies, Your Highness. Due to my recklessness, I was not able to stop the forces from coming."

"IT IS YOUR RECKLESSNESS!" The Emperor yelled at the Archduke. The man flinched for the first time. No one had ever seen the Emperor getting this angry. Elerdia was a proud country protected by magical barriers that only God can create. They were blessed. They were different. They were proud. So was the Emperor.

The First Prince's lips slowly quirked up as he watched the Archduke slip up in front of him. 'This is only the beginning- you brat-' the prince thought. 'It's what you get for stealing everything from me.'

"Currently your Highness, I am monitoring and investigating where the attacks are coming from." the Archduke said, still kneeling.

"What ABOUT HER??" the Emperor snapped.

"Duchess Castano is being tracked and investigators from all over the country are looking for her."

"Careful brat!" The Emperor yelled at the Archduke. "You don't understand how important Duchess Castano is! She is the Chosen One..."

(A/N: By the Devil???)

"I understand." The Archduke said. The Emperor sighed as he slumped back in his seat.

"Grandfather... Your Majesty... I would recommend if you stopped trading with the West." the First Prince said. The Emperor looked over at his other grandson and boomed:

"Why are we talking about TRADING!?"

(A/N: Mr. Prince- the tables have turned!)

"Your Majesty- the attack came from the West. There is no doubt about it. The borders on the West are open every Spring. If we stopped trading, there is a small chance of them intruding again."

"Again?" the Emperor asked. They were GOING TO BE ATTACKED AGAIN? Who will be Kidnapped this time?!

(A/N: You. Mr. Emperor.)

The Archduke flinched. He slowly looked up at the First Prince who was happily talking to the Emperor:

"Your Majesty- about half of the trade has gone- How about- Let me handle the borders?" the Prince asked.

The Emperor stared at him. He looked wide-eyed at his second Grandson. And finally, let out a sigh. "Yes," he said.

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"Your Highness! There has been a foreign attack!" the Commander of the 2nd Knight Unit called. The Emperor stood up, alarmed, and very angry as if the tomato has been soaked dry and red. The Archduke and the First Prince exchanged glances and drew out their swords immediately.

"Who is it?!" the Emperor barked.

"It's a foreign visitor!" someone out the door cried.

And suddenly the lights went out of the Palace. Everything turned dark and the lights diminished to hear screams outside.

Silence stood between the hallways and the chandelier rocked back and forth. A venomous voice was heard:

"G...greetings... It is I."