Odd circumstances

What the templars exclaimed last night still lingers in my very head, the slight thought of my father's death was never once put inside my mind, nonetheless, the sheer courage they had to say that in front of my father's very own people was quite brave.

Even though our city is well structured and fortified no one can stop the power of religion, the number of believers that dwell in this city is more than enough to spark the fire of rebellion against us.

My father once tried to stop the influence of the church of delios in the entirety of Grissha. Still, he failed since they witnessed the presence of God themselves, furthermore the power to prophesize that the pope possessed gave them the support of the other kingdoms making my father defenseless since the alliance forbid the fight between countries.

Sigh~

If only politics could be a little easier... That way I won't have to worry about anything.

"You seemed worried Eldest brother of mine, I should be the one to worry not you, the thought of being in the same place as a tyrant could ruin my beauty."

With blonde hair shining like a bar of polished gold, eyes as blue as the sky, with an obvious aura of narcissism is the third prince Lancelot.

"Why are you here Lancelot, shouldn't you be in your room having a beauty sleep?"

"Why of course to train the arts of the sword, what else am I supposed to do at this ragged place."

The place where I am currently is none other than the palace's training hall, this training hall is only reserved for those that live inside the palace so knights are mostly not allowed to enter unless they are given permission.

And in my hand is a wooden sword used for training purposes only, I've been swinging this sword before the sun enveloped that dark sky in other words since dawn.

"It's quite rare for you to train with the sword lance, did you have a change of heart?"

"Do you think I, the great Lancelot, son of the almighty king Ezekiel, would train voluntarily?!?"

"I train voluntarily though...?"

"There's a difference between you- and me- Tyrant!"

"Hahaha"

Although we are siblings by name... Lancelot and I aren't siblings by blood, I'm not saying that we have different mothers so we do not share the same blood- What I'm saying is that Lancelot's father isn't king Ezekiel Lancelot was born between the infidelity of my stepmom.

My father knew all of this and still decided that Lancelot will be accepted as part of the royal family and that anyone who dares to till he is not will be executed.

I was still fairly young when that happened, Michael at that time was still a little child that won't let go of his mother's dress.

At that time I was his playmate until I got my instructors and decided to focus on following in my father's footsteps. Now that I think about it he must've been very lonely back then, stepmother and father were always busy and the maids shifted their focus toward Lancelot, and my decision to study probably made him feel neglected as a child.

I should've been a better brother.

"HELLO!!! are you stuck in your thought while talking to me!!!"

"Oh yeah, right you were here."

"Did you just ignore my existence..."

Oops, I just ignored a narcissist.

"By the way, you said you weren't voluntarily training why are you here then?"

"Oh, about that."

I felt a shiver in my spine.

Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this...

"You're pretty early."

...

This voice!!!

I turned around and immediately noticed the curly blonde hair and blue eyes, His eyes were eying the maids that worked here, he has a grin full of lusty intent. This guy was formerly my instructor of sword arts, he also taught my mother and father back when they used to go to the academy.

And... He is also Lancelot's true father.

Loki!!!

"Oh! If isn't it William, you sure aren't lacking your sword practice."

He walked slowly in my direction.

"What do you want."

"I'm just here to train Lancelot nothing more."

"Finally abiding by your responsibility as a father took you long enough."

"..."

Loki walked in front of me, his hand was aiming straight at my hair, I then slapped it off before it could touch my hair.

"Where do you think your touching"

"Your silver hair just reminded me of her, It's so alike it's fascinating."

Loki's probably talking about my mother, I heard that he and my mother were acquaintances back in the academy, they were closer than that a teacher and a student is what the people in the academy said.

Even though Loki and my mother were acquaintances I still can not, no, will not forgive him for what he'd done to my stepmother.

"Does the two of you know each other? From to looks of my tyrant brother you two seem the be at odds against each other." Lancelot said

"He was just my instructor with the sword back in the academy, heed not to worry."

Unlike me, Lancelot and my other siblings do not know that they have no blood relations with Lancelot.

"Looks like you're still easy to read as ever William."

"Looks like you're still looking at other people's sensitive part Loki."

Loki is known to have some perversion, after all, I wouldn't be surprised as to how many women he has slept with.

"I think you should pack your bags, dear William."

What is he talking about?

"Sooner or later, this palace will be enveloped with a fierce fire, and your home will never be the same as ever."

Is he talking about a rebellion? if so I wouldn't worry much since Houro is here.

I should just go.

I walked towards the exit of the training area when all of a sudden Loki talked.

"Listen to my advice William, the cogs that were put in place have started to move, before you could even notice the people that you once knew will never be the same again."

I don't know what he is talking about, but I'm sure that it will never happen.