CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

With the manner in which King Luther was brutally beating his brother up, anyone in the prince’s situation would have at least struggled to fight back, but he didn’t.

The prince did not grimace at all or make the slightest attempt to defend himself, but instead, he allowed the king to still have his way on him, fist-punching him nonstop.

It had earlier baffled me how a man who could fight a multifold of strong men all by himself could be packed down by a single man, but then I realized that the prince must have seen how useless it was to retaliate.

I can’t say that he is afraid of the guards standing nearby. I know so well that with all of them put together, they are never a match for him.

He could fight all of them, and there’s certainly no doubt about it.

It’s understandable to me that he is acting unaffected because he doesn’t want his brother to get the pleasure of seeing him in pain, or perhaps, he still has that respect for him as his elder brother.