Within a day, the entire camp must be emptied. Those were the orders.
The Beast Tide was upon them. The unrest in the Capital was growing too strong.
End's eyes gleamed with a cold light.
Crunching the apple on his side, he coldly spat out the seeds, allowing them to burst deep into a nearby tree like bullets. "Fact is, it's always the worthless punks like them who make trouble, thinking they can ever amount to anything."
Sebastien who crouched down with his hands on his knees and his back legs hanging like a monkey's, nodded with a cruel grin. "Those wimpy bastards think that just because we are out here, they think his majesty is vulnerable."
Who doesn't know how much they've wanted to have a go at his majesty?
"A bunch of cowards," End scuffed. All they know is to sneak attack.
They can never come at his majesty with all their might.
