"Excellent. Your Royal Highness is indeed a good boy." Lancelot patted the prince on the shoulder and said softly, "Then open the box, open it and you'll be able to protect your mother."

"Shut your mouth!" At the moment, Maxwell roared like a lion. His eyes were lit up with a flare as brilliant as gold. He grasped his sword and moved forward, as the heavens and the earth roared. A brilliance as bright as the sun gathered around the blade.

Lancelot put himself between Maxwell and the eldest prince. He looked at Maxwell indifferently, his hand already pressing against the hilt of the sword at his waist. As they brushed past each other in an instant, countless sparks flashed.

It was as if endless time had been compressed into an instant.

Then, the sound of steel shattering rang out. The stone sword was pressed against Lancelot's neck, making a bloody wound.

In Lancelot's hand, the long sword that had accompanied him for many years broke. Lancelot was silent for a moment, sighed, then