"Okay, Yin will be teaching you how to use daggers for the next couple of days, and since I have nothing else to do, then I'll plan for the war. I think most of the soldiers have recovered," I say.
"Wait, I thought you were going to teach me?" Zehar asks, his excited expression slightly drooping.
"Nah, I can't use daggers,"
Zehar sighs before glancing over to Yin.
"Prince, we will start with the warm-ups then," Yin says with cold eyes and a cold voice.
Zehar noticed Yin's sudden change in personality, slightly surprising him as he thought he would receive the same treatment as me… but boy, is he wrong.
"The only thing that deserves my respect as of now is that you are the son of Mistress and the prince of this kingdom… but everything else, you're weak," Yin says, clearly looking down at Zehar, who started to sweat profusely.
Yins aura was almost demonic and seemed to take the form of a tarantula with a skull on its back.
