"With whom permission?" Brice shouted for the first time after so many years. Unknowingly that his reaction was similar to his daughter.
Demien gritted his teeth. He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly. The message was so clear. It was a war. No hidden meaning, no floral layer. Only a message that was full of thirst and dirty mind from a heedless hound.
"I will kill them all." For the first time, Brice lost his cool. And it was related to his dearest princess.
"Connect me to the king," Demien commanded his people inside the communication tent.
"Yes, young master."
"How dare them…" Brice walked away from them with anger inside him.
Demien helplessly watched as his father walked away without saying anything. He knew that his father needed to vent his anger to something else. Temporarily, it would be…
BOOM!
The ground was breaking and shaking violently, answering to the sudden explosion in between the bushes.
