The master becomes Monarch, The Shadow becomes the void. Are you worthy of battling a king?
Welcome Back. You have been a good companion in sealing your tongue about the Rainbow Clan's Disappearance. I would advise you to keep the same motion because you can never know if I exist in your world. Thank you for being so understanding.
Caesar's right eye was glowing red hot as he dashed at Chalybe with blinding speed. He arrived where his confidant was standing, flashing him a warm smile.
Hello Caesar, Chalybe grinned. I didn't know you were that excited to see...
Caesar rushed to where the prince was standing and delivered a devastating blow.
The earth shook beneath their feet, ravens flew away in fear, and shockwaves split the air.
No divinity, no amplifier; This was Caesar's raw strength.
If you think that was impressive, Caesar's companions are equally Noteworthy.
Caesar grinned, expecting nothing less than the prince. Chalybe's arm blocked the attack, which was intentionally protecting his face. No blood, bruising, or fracture was seen in the arm, and no sign of pain was shown on his face.
Izobel reacted at blinding speed and delivered an equally devastating blow to Caesar, who swiftly intercepted it.
Chalybe swung his feet towards Caesar's head, but he ducked to avoid the attack. After a few exchanges of blows, the trio broke into a Brawl.
Their speed and strength were impressive, as each blow had more power than the last.
Though the battle was calamitous, the Percival's Mansion guards remained calm and collected. They didn't bother to stop the fight, nor did they give any aid to Caesar.
Is Master Caesar still doing his old morning tradition? A guard spoke up, plated in metal armour and equipped with two revolvers in each hand.
Several guards who were spectating the skirmish were stationed at a tower. Several guards watched the ongoing clash with anticipation.
He has progressed extremely well. A female guard chided, who was watching the battle through her binoculars. His strength, durability, and speed have increased drastically.
Caesar grabbed Chalybe's ankle and proceeded to fling him towards the ground. But Chalybe held on to Caesar's hand and used him to soften the fall. The two boys grinned.
That greedy lad, a deep voice laughed.
Standing in the shadows was another guard with pure Gloydon armour. He was the most unfazed in the battle.
The guard's helmet was crafted in the image of a Sun Lion, shielding his face, decorated with multiple scars and wounds. Even though his face was wild, the guard's eyes held warmth and tenderness.
If this Guard had killed any person, the opponent would have died in peace, staring into the gentle eyes of a loyal warrior.
Caesar has indeed grown strong, the Guard declared. But he is still as greedy as ever.
The other guards stared at each other, urging one another to seek answers.
Master Adalwin? What do you mean, said the guard with a revolver, his head steadily bowed.
Izobel kneed Chalybe's head and used her legs to choke him. Chalybe swiftly escaped the chokehold and pushed her away.
Master Adalwin Von Joseph is the Head of the Percival's Mansion guards, a man with the heart of a beast and the sword that protects and slays.
I have seen Caesar grow from a youngling to a warrior. Master Adalwin squeezed the hilt of his sword, but after the fight from his entrance trial to the academy, he asked me to train him... personally.
The guard looked at themselves in curiosity.
What sort of training did Master Caesar ask for?
Adalwin studied Caesar's fight with pride, impressed with Caesar's speed and coordination. Caesar asked me to teach him how to move at the speed of photons.
Silence fell on the tower as the inhabitants were shocked at the reveal. Then screams were heard.
SPEED OF PHOTONS !!!!! All the Guards present screamed in shock.
Caesar leapt in the air and threw a kick at Izobel. Izobel arched her back and kicked Caesar's torso, throwing him off balance.
I haven't even reached that speed yet, the female guard complained.
Master Caesar will appear invincible to the weak. The revolver guard tried to picture
After a few more exchanges, the raging battle came to an end.
Caesar held his fist to Chalybe's neck, Chalybe positioned his Elbow to Izobel's Ribs, and Izobel's leg was on the verge of crushing Caesar's skull.
The three stood there for seconds before they withdrew. They looked at themselves and broke into laughter. The mansion guards made a sigh of relief.
Well, that's a way to say hello, Chalybe laughed.
You boys and that old tradition, Izobel pouted. I hate to admit that it was exhilarating, as I spent most of my holidays learning how to sip tea correctly.
Izobel shrugged, but still, can't you give a warning next time?'
Caesar's eyes were getting watery from laughing too hard
Fine, I apologize. Caesar smiled. To be honest, I wasn't going to land that blow, but when I saw this guy's face, I couldn't help it.
The three prodigies continued laughing and made their way towards the gate.
Chalybe and Izobel are among Caesar's closest company, having been beside each other since infancy.
Prince Chalybe Winter Arthur V is a silver-haired half-Nephilim. With his mother being a Nephilim - Humans who possess the blood of Paladins - and the King being a Human, the prince got the best of both worlds.
He was 15 years old, with cyan blue eyes that complemented his short silver hair, as white as snow. He was slightly taller than Caesar but had the same lean build. He had a warm smile beside his cold atmosphere and a crescent-shaped tattoo surrounding his left eye.
Lady Izobel Kyra Edger, a descendant of the greatest Apothecary to ever live, Leywin Edger, was a 13-year-old girl with the passion of a full-grown woman.
She was the shortest of the group, with long pink hair adorned by butterfly hairpins, dazzling pink eyes, powerful, long legs revealed by her short skirt, and a benevolent shape that resulted in 13 love letters per day.
She normally appears sweet and innocent outside, but Chalybe and Caesar were aware of her dangerous side, which was hidden from the rest of the world.
At the corner of his eyes, Caesar saw one of his escorts sent by his father, a muscular man dressed in black.
Caesar knew his Father had pure intentions, but he was still annoyed. Caesar was 14, not 4, and he was sure that he deserved to be treated as so. He was more than competent to take care of himself, but the Great Abert Percival thought otherwise.
In desperation, he picked up his pace. Guys, can we hurry up? Caesar looked back again. They are here again.
Chalybe looked at his confidant with a playful glint in his eyes. Let me guess, Code Midnight?
Yes, Caesar sighed. My dad doesn't think I can protect myself.
Caesar looked back again and saw two more.
Well, are you sure about that? Izobel slightly elbowed Caesar's arm. They used to be so much obvious.
Well, that's good. Caesar cracked his neck. So, how was you guys holiday?
Well, Chalybe rolled his eyes.
The price's holiday was extraordinary.
Hidden away in the dense forest, he battled against hostile mystical beasts. Roars harmed his eardrums, claws punctured his skin, and monsters wished to prey on him.
Chalybe bones ached as he fought endless hordes of monsters, clearing dens that threatened numerous villages.
Mommy, that's the prince. A child would say.
Yes, our prince and hero. The mother replied.
The smell of blood agitated Chalybe, and the cold breeze of the jungle made him shiver. Chalybe always came back bloody and fatigued, and his parent would always throw a fit.
A cold chill went down Chalybe's back. I just, you know, continuously battled monsters and predators to train my physical and grace strength. What about you, Izzy?
Izobel pursed her lips. Well.
The lady's holiday was unusually quiet.
She spent most of her time with etiquette teachers, mentoring her on her manners, sitting on her uncomfortable chairs for hours as her legs went numb.
At times, she would sneak out with Caesar and run through the flower fields. After the leisure, she would return home for ballroom lessons, dancing in leg-aching shoes.
Izobel threw a glance at Caesar. It was very boring. Just etiquette lessons and the stuff. What about you, Caesar?
Caesar threw his head back. Well.
The prodigy's schedule was filled. Sword training, combat lessons, divinity classes, hiking through the mountains, learning three new languages, and practicing to play the mechanical piano; Caesar's holiday was intriguing.
Caesar hopped on one leg, just combat lessons, music classes, language lessons...
Why do you want to learn three new languages? Chalybe interrupted.
I don't know, Caesar said. I thought it would be worth my time. And it was very interesting.
Izobel chuckled softly, ' I find it difficult to picture the prince of Zion going hunting.'
Chaybe smirked 'Yeah, I know. And must I remind you that I am the second prince, not the first? So if my father dies, my older brother will take the throne, not me.'
The trio reached the large, dark gate, leading to the outskirts of the Mansion.
Caesar cleared his throat. Hey, Pablo. Fetching water.
A small mechanical bird appeared on the guard's tower. Going Romeo? The bird said in a man's voice.
Caesar smirked. Very giddy, I presume.
Izobel and Chalybe waited patiently, as Caesar and his guard communicated in their secret language. Izobel was a bit skeptical that she couldn't sense any of Caesar's escort.
The mansion's gate was operated mechanically, as the sounds of gears and levers resonated in it. A small part of the gate opened, and the trio exited the compound.
Thank you, Pablo. Caesar waved at the bird and walked out.
Immediately, they left the compound, and they were greeted with the fresh smell of baked goods. Though Percival's Mansion was located in an urban area, it didn't discourage merchants and hawkers from doing business.
The Avenue was riddled with shops of many purposes; utensils, agricultural produce, spare parts, imported goods, and restaurants serving produce being baked, fried, or paracooked, the lengthy but exquisite culinary method of cooking by using vibrations.
Caesar became more paranoid, as he couldn't hear or sense his escorts. Footsteps, breaths, grace - All was sealed to Caesar's senses.
Izobel noticed Caesar's paranoia with his escort and thought of an idea that would please all three of them.
Who fancies a race to the academy?, Izobel smirked. The two losers will have to buy the Winner fresh Wonder Bread.
Caesar's face lit up with excitement. Well, that does present itself as a nice morning exercise. Chalybe, you wan't to...
Before Caesar could finish, Chalybe was already standing on the roof of a motor repair shop.
Guess I have a head start then. Chalybe turned around and bounded to another building.
Oh, that's cheeky, Caesar said as he and Izobel ran in the direction Chalybe went.
As he leaped to land on the sloped roof of a restaurant, Caesar witnessed the Escorts picking up their speed.
They weren't 4 or 5 as usual, but in the split second that Caesar caught a glimpse of them, they were 30 black robed men on his trail.
Oh, I've found you. Caesar said, as his right eye glowed scarlet.
As Caesar jumped to another building, A slaver-beaked Raven studied him with unnatural intelligence.