37. A naughty servant

Flynn blinked a couple of times adjusting to the light and looked at the person stepping on his face. There was no mistaking it. It was the second Prince of Blumund, his older brother, Zander. He tried standing up but Zander pressed his shoe hard on his face.

"Brother! What are you doing?" Flynn asked, trying to stand up but for some reason, he was powerless to do so. Either because he was out of mana, or Zander's foot on top of him was too strong to push away.

Zander scoffed. "Brother, huh! Don't call me that when you're out here ruining my plans. Young brothers are supposed to be good boys, but you have grown a tail in between your legs that needs to be trimmed."

Flynn couldn't understand where Zander was going with this conversation, plus his mind wasn't at ease. He was worried about his servants, yet he was also feeling low on strength.