The last six months were long and strenuous. The demons would constantly complain about how weak Sora was and that he shouldn't have come. He was a waste of their time and no one wanted to work with him. Everyone hated how much he complained. But unfortunately, he was the king's son so they had to give him the attention they hated giving.
"Have you not learned anything this whole time?!" Xueying cried out in annoyance as she trained with Sora, knocking him on his ass once again. "You act like you're a beginner or something! If you're serious about taking the throne, then you need to man up! I can even admit your brother is ten times more stronger than you! You would die within seconds if you were to fight him! I don't want a weakass husband."
"Shut up," Sora hissed, his eyes glowing red as his whole body glowed from his anger. He hated being compared to his brother. "I am not weak!"
