COMMANDER GAVIN QUINZEL

"DID YOU fight with your parents again?" Nikolai asked Gavin who was standing beside him while looking up at the blue sky. "What is it about this time?"

"They want me to inherit Father's title," Gavin said lazily. "I don't want to become a duke. I'd rather babysit you for the rest of my life, Your Majesty."

He glared at his cousin while gripping his sword tight.

Right now, they were in the training ground while sparring with Gavin. They only took a break after he lost to his cousin three times in a row. He didn't want to admit this but Gavin was a better swordsman that he was.

But it doesn't matter. A de Moonasterio like me doesn't need a weapon. We fight with our physical strength, divine energy, and Soul Beasts.

"I'd be very happy if you inherit your father's title," he said. "I don't need you anymore, Gavin."

That was just a bluff, of course.