You do not touch my people (1)

The self-deprecation he carried around Lareina seemed to disperse. As if the feeling of inferiority only bubbled in him when she looked at him in disgust because in this moment, the quiet and detached second prince looked no less than a narcissist, ''It is precisely because great beings like us go fight the battlefield that you get to scheme when times are peaceful.''

The man who was lying on the ground seemed to have already been rooted to the spot, not expecting such a response. It seemed like this second prince had a soft and thick fox tail that he usually tucked in his pants but at this moment, it had emerged.

''But how…''

Seeing the man's disbelief, Azrael narrowed his eyes but did not say a word for a long while, ''I would still once believe that I desire the throne but hating the woman I have fought and schemed to marry is an impossibility,'' Those words were vague but they seemed to contain secrets that nobody knew.