Meanwhile, Prince Levi and his comrades used almost half of their mana in the prison beach. Still, their teamwork and tactics were far more effective than the proud Royal Knights, plus, the Werewolves had both heightened hearing and smell.
Preston and Mermaine were ordered to standby on the shore, so that they could conserve mana the instance that they needed to escape.
The others were able to enter the castle prison, but when they arrived at the rose garden after the hallway, Prince Jaquin and his allies blocked them.
The young prince grinned as he said, "As the heir to the throne, I have a duty to protect the castle from troublemakers like you… Don't you dare pass!" he unsheathed an enchanted broadsword, with inscriptions that shone a striking red glow.
"What a bold statement, Mr. Heir," Levi glared at him, "Apologies, but you're no heir. How can you be King, if you're stupid?"
"Stu- What? How dare you call me stupid!"
