He looked at the darkened round figure on the floor before using the back of his hand to clean the layer of blood on his face but his hand only smeared the blood further as his hand was equally covered in blood.
"Shit," he cursed when he felt his left abdomen sting and warm sticky liquid flowed down to his waist and his legs. He groaned and felt his eyesight darken.
He dropped his sword and stretched his hand to hold the sword that was thrust towards his chest. How dare they leave a wound on his body. He was tired of getting stitches. Soon they might make him look like a rag doll.
The prince was handsome but not as handsome as he was on the earth and that was enough of displeasure so he would not like to have any more disfiguration, especially an unnecessary one.
The black figure before him pulled the sword from his grip and slashed forward. He dodged to the left and threw a punch in the man's guts.
He was not sure about how much force he used but the flesh gets trampled under his fist and compressed until he felt the skin tear and his hand was buried in warm wetness and hit a hard pole-like structure that made him stop and wrapped his hand around it.
He pulled it and released it when the figure bent backward into two like an overly flexible acrobat. With another sting in his back after the sound of a blade slashing through the air. It was so loud he winced before the sting came.
He turned to the trembling figure before and reached for the neck. His hands surprisingly wrapped around his neck completely that his thumb touched his middle finger.
He tightened his finger around that cylinder, like holding a can of beer or soft drink, and crushed it until he could not go any further.
He opened his clenched hand and pulled his hand away just in time for the black spherical figure to drop down to the floor along with the other parts of the figure.
He swung his hand to get rid of the sticky warmth on his hand irritating the spaces between his fingers. When that was fruitless, he cleaned his hand on the fabric of his shorts.
It only made the fabric of his shorts stick to his skin and that made his brow furrow. He was not sure how many figures appeared before him.
He bent to pick up his swords and had only one thought on his mind, to get water to wash his hands. He swung left and right and sometimes on both sides until he saw no figure standing.
He could finally wash his hand. He walked to the door that led to the bathroom. It had a large bathtub and he watched his hand in it.
He paused when he heard fresh footsteps approaching. His eyes narrowed and he walked out of the bathroom. His vision cleared as he stepped into the room.
His knight with his other guards behind stood at the door looking like they had seen a ghost. He blinked and yawned.
"If you are not here to kill me, please clean up this place I need to go to sleep," Liam murmured as his eyelids felt heavy. "And get a good doctor ready tomorrow morning."
The knight opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He looked at Liam and down at the mess on the floor and made another attempt to speak but made no sound.
He fell onto the bed already in his dreamland, hopefully, it is not a nightmare land with the gory scene his eyes saw before his eyes shut for his night's rest.
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His knight although not diligent to protect him was very diligent in cleaning up the room. His blood-stained body was the only evidence of the bloody event that happened last night.
Liam looked down at his dirty body and groaned. The blood had dried upon his body and caked in a very annoying manner that irritated his skin as they cracked up with every movement he made.
He frowned and scratched. When he looked down at the dried particles of blood on his hand, his frown deepened. He wondered how the blood got to his head. Last night was a crazy bloodbath.
He paused and looked around why did this all feel so normal to him like going to the gym and getting drenched in sweat and not blood.
He tilted his head in thoughtful confusion. What the hell was happening? This should not feel right at all.
There was a knock on the door. He turned to the door which opened before he could even tell order the person in. He looked at the knight who had run away the moment he gave him a chance to as though he would have wet his pants if Liam had insisted on remaining in the room with him.
"Good morning, your highness. Your bath has been made ready," the knight told him with his head bowed.
He had dark circles around his eyes as he could not sleep with the scene, he saw last night haunting his night. The wrecked bodies of the assassin were the most brutal death he has ever seen in his life.
He was not the only one who had a sleepless night as none of the guards who cleaned up the scene could sleep after seeing such death except the fool in their group.
The guy always acted like a fool but he knew the young man was a good soldier. He envied the young man who slept like a baby even though he had intentionally assigned the young man to clean up the assassin whose guts were turned out.
The prince stood up and stretched like he had the best sleep of his life and smiled when their gaze met. "I could use a warm bath, the cakey feeling of the blood is not nice at all," Liam told the knight who looked so pale you could mistake him for a sheet of paper.
The knight nodded and hurried to open the door of the bathroom. Liam walked into the bathroom and looked at his guard.
"No women?!" Liam bellowed stealing the soul out of the knight's body.
The knight stood petrified with his appearance bleaching if that was possible in his state.
"I could some massage from their soft hands. This is so unfair. After all I made to go through last night. I deserve a reward and compensation," he grumbled as he approached the bathtub reluctantly.