The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Zulfi Dimitry was bewildered, seeing his precious sword – bestowed upon him by none other than the royal crown prince – fall far from him. He couldn\'t gather his thoughts as his eyes shrank.

"Pick it up, there won\'t be a 2nd time." Declared Paul Channa

His words echoed in Zulfi\'s ears, he stood up to take the sword. But before his gaze could lead him towards the sword, it changed its path. Now his gaze was moving in an upward direction, it reached the 2nd platform but didn\'t halt there and ascended until the golden platform was in sight. The remorseful gaze finally paused, the man it landed on was non-other than Ezra Zephyr.

The prince looked back at his subordinate, the proud swordsman was shaking, and there was an obvious look of disappointment he saw in his liege\'s eyes. In the next second, Ezra turned his eyes away as if he was saying to Zulfi that he is no longer related to him.

A mountain of shame fell upon him but in the next moment burning anger ignited within the heart of Zulfi Dimitry, he bolted towards Paladin\'s Pledge and grabbed it. And in the next moment, he dashed towards the glaive-wielding youth.

~CLANG~

Another loud clash resounded as the bright sparkles waltzed in mid-air, Zulfi stepped and carefully swung his sword, his eyes were red and furious.

Both individuals who were showcasing charismatic chivalry with their geniality duel were now fighting an ugly battle, completely contrary to their former bout.

In their eyes, there was no respect for each other. Only two things could be seen within their oculus, anger and murdering intent!

~CLAANG~

Another metallic sound resounded as their clash pushed them into the distance, Zulfi wiggled his fingers around the sword\'s hilt while Paul soothingly swung his glaive.

Zulfi stared daggers at Paul. "How dare you humiliate me in the presence of his highness."

Paul was taken aback but before he could run his thoughts to answer, a familiar voice came.

"What bullshit is that? You meant to say he can humiliate you in my absence?" Ezra Zephyr\'s voice was direct and loud.

Zulfi Dimitry flinched. "Your maje-"

"Shut up, you piece of useless shit." The prince retorted.

Zulfi was startled and the entire mass of people turned their gazes to the loud prince, with the exception of platform combatants, who were too busy to listen to anything.

The spectators deemed Zulfi as a loyal figure, one who could only be found in novels, always standing at the side of his tyrant liege. Meanwhile, Ezra Zephyr was the tyrant liege in their eyes. One who always pushes his subordinates to the edge of the cliff without appreciating a single drop of their blood and sweat.

"You are no more a resident of Bloodfang Kingdom." Said the prince.

Shifa Pista and Argus Woska. All looked at their prince in surprise. However, Theor Galearms and Xyr seemed to guess the cause of Ezra\'s sudden umbrage.I think you should take a look at

Hearing that, Zulfi\'s eyes widened."You-your majesty! What wrong have I done?"

Zulfi Dimitry was an excellent swordsman and not only that, he was one of the main men in Ezra\'s army. His commanding sense and domineering attitude kept everyone in their respective place.

Some of Naran\'s disciples feared Zulfi while the rest respected him, but none hated him because of his social policies.

And there was one thing that everyone knew, even those who met Zulfi for mere moments. That thing was his dedicated loyalty towards the royal family of Bloodfang Kingdom, especially the prince. When it comes to Ezra Zephyr, he was true to the end.

He would kill, he would die, and he would sacrifice his most treasured thing in the name of Ezra Zephyr.

But now, the same Ezra Zephyr was banishing him from his homeland.

This caused so many people to question their choice of joining Bloodfang Kingdom, if he can exile his most loyal subject then what would he do to them? That question disturbed the chain of thoughts of many who gave a ponder to his recruitment.

The prince looked at Zulfi Dimitry with a disgusted look and replied. "There is no place for an angelic ninny in my ranks, all I need are ruthless killers. Your inane mistake has insulted the name of Bloodfang, I was wrong about you."

It was at this time that he understood what wrong he did.

The prince looked at the bystanders, there were many of Naran\'s disciples who secured a platform but weren\'t aware of what was happening. For the sake of them, the prince continued.

"I believed that I carved my teachings deep in all of you but you proved me erroneous.

Only a fool would give his enemy a 2nd chance, you should have cut his throat the moment his glaive left his hand. Unarming the enemy and killing him is an art of duel not an act of disrespect.

You said that would cause me disrespect? You mistaken buffoon, that would have brought me tremendous joy. But now, I\'m annoyed, annoyed to my limit. Go to hell, I have nothing to do with you anymore, you are on your own."

The prince then turned his sight to the other platforms to observe, his eyes landed on the 2nd floor where Xyr and Ravina were facing each other for a moment. He gave Xyr a satisfied smile and turned his head.

Zulfi saw that, his liege was satisfied with his rival, his heartbeat raised and sounded like a temple\'s bourdon.

The rivalry between Zulfi and Xyr was started by Zulfi himself, after seeing a powerful martial master joining his liege\'s side, a fear ignited within his heart.

What if he takes his position of unofficial 2nd in command by official means? But what he feared most was a nightmare he had where Ezra Zephyr favoured Xyr and trusted his back to him than to Zulfi Dimitry.

If his nightmare was an imaginary house then Ezra\'s satisfied smile was the signal that the imaginary house is under construction and soon will become a real house