In West Lucozia, only a few could match Elijah’s strength. If Elijah hadn’t seized the military insignia last night, Julius wouldn’t have been able to advance his forces.

Ultimately, the outcome depended on Elijah’s choices.

“Your Highness, the wiser man adapts to circumstances. Grand General Rhys is more suited to be the Prince of West Lucozia than you. Is there a problem with me serving him?” Elijah asked with a faint smile.

“I thought you were a loyal subject, but you turn out to be a vile person!” Austin accused.

“The victor becomes the king, and the loser is the enemy. Whether I’m loyal or vile depends on the one who prevails. “Elijah shrugged.

“Even if we lose, I won’t let you off easy!” Austin declared. He reached out and effortlessly retrieved the fallen long sword with a swift motion through the air, bringing it back into his hand.

“Even if you go all out, it’s just a joke

I give my all!” Austin took a step forward, ready to attack. Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky, blocking Austin. It was Dustin, wearing a

with him. You step back,” Dustin

stepped back. If it came to a one-on-one fight, Austin knew his brother’s strength was no less

of wariness. “I always felt you

is this

expert in the castle. Draven and the rest were

never expected the castle to hide such a character.” Julius squinted, carefully examining

there was this odd sense of recognition as if he’d encountered it

said, pulling out the Celestial Sword from his back, his eyes sharp. “I hate traitors to the core.

at your hands? Let’s see

master in West Lucozia. Today, I’ll be learning from you personally!”

like a cannonball, morphing into a blurred streak as he fiercely

wisely avoiding any underestimation of

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