Cleaning Up

*Clang!~*

Two swords met, and the blades crashed, causing a sound to ring out.

Many distinguished personalities were present in this place, which seemed to host a plethora of characters with high status, but they all seemed to gather between two sides, sticking themselves to the two people who seemed to clash with their swords.

"Uspar! I will become the Emperor because I'm the fourth born of Emperor Kaiser Ethren and the next in line to the Throne after third brother, Alexi, who has already been exiled! You don't have a claim to the Throne!"

"Shut up, old man Yast! My father, Hadre Ethren, recently became the Emperor! So your line is already pushed back to serving my father's line! I, Uspar Ethren, am the rightful ruler of this Empire! Not you, or your trash brothers!"

"You! Much time hasn't passed for that to happen yet!" Yast Ethren's teeth clenched in anger.