Despite the new information Frozen Milk decided to go along with his old plan. He went to find Holbe while Vil was going to confront Bro, Prota and Glimpse Water would take care of the private force.
The soldiers didn't know much apart from the fact that Bro had his own private army, but they were sure that Holbe was not in the prison like them. She would be somewhere close to the second prince. In other words, she must be in his chambers.
Frozen Milk was even more enraged when he heard this. The Holy Beauty in a honey trap like this? What if he did anything to his maiden? This was unacceptable!
The castle was divided into three floors. The groundfloor- where the throne hall was, the underground floor where the prison was and the upper floor where the private chambers of the royal family were.
The head aching problem was that the castle was as big as five football fields. Wasn't this just hell for legs and feet? Anyone in their sane minds would need to at least bike through the mansion.
However, anyone living in the mansion wasn't just an average guy like Frozen Milk. They all had powers and this short distance of five football fields was nothing to them.
"Host, do you even know where you are going?"
"Then redeem yourself! For that stupid 'key' answer you wanted me to flatter you? You are so useless!"
The system felt wronged and agreed to Frozen Milk's request. It knew that Frozen Milk's body was slowly falling apart but Frozen Milk wasn't aware of it since he felt no pain. They wasted enough time. Frozen Milk couldn't afford to spend dilly-dallying through the mansion.
"Ok," his system granted Frozen Milk's wish and in his field of vision, arrows appeared. It was the same as the time he stalked Glimpse Water.
Frozen Milk wordlessly accepted this and walked. He didn't feel any pain but the exhaustion was painfully clear. He barely made it to the ground floor when he needed to rest at a corner. Unfortunately, Frozen Milk's luck was just so so and he heard voices.
Frozen Milk peeked and his heart leapt into his throat. He could clearly see how powerful those two people were.
"Heard the crown prince escaped," one of them scratched the back of his head.
"Seems like it, so we need to capture them?" the other straightened his clothes.
"We could use some fighting again," the first one smirked. It was evil.
As evil as, well, Frozen Milk had no suitable comparison... as evil as an evil wannabe mastermind. The system stayed quiet as it saw Frozen Milk's chaos of thoughts that rushed towards the direction of endless stupidity.
The two soldiers stood there with no intention to move. If they wanted to fight and capture Frozen Milk and the others, shouldn't they at least make an effort and move around?
Hello? Move your feet, please! I'm trying to thwart your plans, ok! Have some respect!
But Frozen Milk had a feeling they might know he was here. Just then a hand covered Frozen Milk's mouth, "Shh, father it's me!"
Frozen Milk turned to see Glimpse Water, "What are you doing? Didn't you leave earlier than me?"
Indeed, Frozen Milk was the last to leave the prison since he had to question the soldiers.
"I got lost," Glimpse WAter shrugged his shoulder.
Frozen Milk bit his lips, he couldn't get angry.
"But I found him," Glimpse Water pointed behind him and Oppoa waved.
When did he come here?
"It was easy to sneak in," Oppoa grinned.
Just how strong was he?
"We'll distract them and you go."
"Calculating another route," the system's voice appeared and Frozen Milk nodded.
He took another way and left Glimpse Water and Oppoa alone with the two opponents.
Meanwhile, Prota and Vil were stuck together.
"Why are you following me?" Prota wanted to get rid of all the opponents and rush to Frozen Milk's side.
"I'm not," Vil simply stated but then both of them stopped in their tracks.
They were faced with two other opponents.
***
In a dark chamber, on a gorgeous king-sized bed, Holbe laid, still asleep, while Bro sat next to her and caressed her face.
"Why does my brother deserve all the good things?" he retracted his fingers and balled his fists.
"It is unacceptable. Dear brother, I will take everything close to you away and make it mine."
Bro stood up and left the room. In the hallway, he is joined by one of his private force.
"Your highness, the crown prince and his guests managed to escape. The others are currently fighting with them."
"I see," Bro wore his small smile again, "Let him fight to his heart's content, in the end, he won't be able to protect anything."
"Yes, your Highness. What should be done with the soldiers?"
"Lock them up," Bro watched his private force disappear and went down the hallway.
Bro didn't calculate it would be this fast that his brother could escape, and was a bit anxious. However, everything was going according to his plan. If his brother and his companions did make it, he would be strong enough to get rid of them all.
On top of that, he still had the hostage.
Bro entered his office and sat at his table. A frame, face down, laid there. He took it in his hands and viewed the beautiful woman in there.
"Mother," he said and a sad smile appeared, "I will not disappoint you."
Those words whispered flew in the air before they disappeared as if they've never been spoken.
Bro felt restless, he had to calm himself and the only way he could calm himself was to take a bath and drown out all his worries.
It wasn't the best time, but he needed to be in his best state if it would come down to face his brother.
He couldn't fail. He needed to get the throne and once he became the king he would drag down his family, especially his father, with him to the underworld.
Bro entered the large bathroom only for his eyes be sullied by a thing that was half the size of his own, leaking a yellow stream.
He locked eyes with the owner of that pitiful thing.
Frozen Milk instantly zipped up but caught his thing. He screamed in pain. Fuck! He just wanted to normally pee yet why was it that his trauma resurfaced? Why was it that every time anything related to pee would be created into a mother fucking trauma?
Frozen Milk cried and the tears just spilt onto the ground.
Bro stood there not knowing what to do. He empathised with Frozen Milk since it was indeed very painful to have that happen to his thing.
Bro found this being very pitiful. It was the only word he could use to describe Frozen Milk. And for some reason, this pitiful thing that laid on the ground crying and rubbing its thing was kind of cute in Bro's eyes.
If the older brother was an M, wasn't it natural for the younger one to be an S?