Chris is a righteous man. He even always recites a soldier's oath of allegiance before he closes his eyes to sleep.
Despite living on a rock for many years and knowing nothing about the outside world, Chris was never wrong to judge.
Prince Thomas was not someone to be trifled with.
Chris gulped, his eyes always following Thomas's movements. Compared to the others, his attacks had a terrifying impact. When the silver sword was swung, two lions immediately fell to the ground, covered in blood.
The roaring lions were replaced with cries of pain, and some of the frightened lions began to run away.
In less than an hour, all the lions that had arrived had fallen like freshly exterminated pests, piled on the ground with pools of blood soaking the grass. Chris saw Thomas brush the dust off his shirt and sighed.
He could not believe this, but what was in front of him was indeed a descendant of Queen Miranda and he was not a human.
