Kizeler's eye was shining purple with a white hexagram pattern.
The man before him looked at it and became curious after seeing the peculiar design of his left eye.
And as soon as he stared straight into it, he lost his ability to move. Then he dropped to the ground, convulsing in a strange position. He yelled in pain, and crackling sounds from his body resonated in the air.
But Kizeler just looked at his suffering. He watched until all of the bones inside the man's body became broken and dislocated.
"Help! My arm!" cried the man.
Then, the next second, Kizeler leaned closer to him and stared into his eyes once again.
"No, d-don't look at me." The man said this before shutting his eyes.
However, Kizeler had already deactivated his Legacy due to the fact that he didn't want to be a murderer. Besides, he knew that living with all of the bones broken was a worse punishment than death.
"That's what you get for touching my woman," he said, then spat at the man's face and went to Priscilla.
His friend was lying on the ground, soaked in a pool of sticky red liquid. Kizeler checked her pulse, and he felt relieved upon knowing that she was still alive, though her complexion was pale due to the loss of blood.
He carried her and walked outside the circle, and he didn't pay any attention to the still ongoing battle.
Not far from the field, Trix came running to him with a healer while tears and snot were flowing down her face.
"Pris!" she cried.
Kizeler laid Priscilla down, and the healer started to cast a healing spell. Then, her wounds began to close, and the color of her skin slowly returned. After several minutes, all of her injuries disappeared.
"She's safe now, but she needs rest to completely recover," the attending healer said, which lit up Kizeler's mood a little.
Then, they decided to go back to their home to give Priscilla further medication.
. . . . .
The citizens of Herish didn't witness Kizeler's fight. Their eyes were focused on the battle between the man from the Duskstalker Kingdom and their prince. They didn't expect that Lex could actually put up a fight, and he did it without unsheathing his sword.
He hacked his opponents with the sword's scabbard and gave them a smack that was strong enough to make them sleep. Even the king and Lex's sister couldn't believe his strength. All this time, they knew nothing about him.
The king saw him as a child who was afraid of brawls, but now he started to cherish him more.
'Hmnn, maybe he's better off being the king,' he thought before taking a glance at his daughter.
Then he asked his confidant, who was watching while standing not far from his back.
"Have you seen this side of him?" He said.
"Absolutely not, your Highness, I think the young prince learned all of this without any guidance from anyone," Gil answered.
"Then, his weapon—it's my first time seeing that thing," the king replied while searching his memory to see if there was a day that his son showed him that sword.
"I know nothing about the weapon, your Highness. The prince didn't like any spectators once he entered the workshop, so similar to you, your Highness, it's my first time seeing that sword," the confidant explained himself, and the king nodded at him and returned his focus to the fight.
. . . . .
"I am commending the prince for fooling us; we didn't expect that you're capable of something like this," a man dressed in black leather armor said.
He had black hair and silver eyes, and on both of his wrists, there were cuffs with chains that were almost a meter in length.
"Don't flatter me; after all, you're the one who singlehandedly dominated the battle while I'm just watching from the sidelines and smacking those who escaped from your clutches," Lex replied after he placed his sword at his right shoulder.
The man laughed, and then the chains on his arms glowed darker.
"You should unsheathe that sword if you don't want to end up like them," the man said before he looked at the unconscious people scattered across the ground.
However, Lex shook his head and smiled while he raised his hand and signaled for his opponent to come.
"You will die once I pull it out," he said.
Again, the man laughed at him before he charged at Lex. He threw a punch at the prince, but it was blocked by the sword's scabbard. Then he used his other hand and attacked with its chain.
He held its link and whipped it in Lex's direction, but the prince grabbed the chain with his free hand and pulled it closer to him.
However, the black light emitting from the chains crawled at his hand, and then he felt excruciating pain, which made him let go of it.
The man laughed, seeing the prince's expression as he pulled back his arm.
"It's painful, isn't it?" He said this before slashing both of his hands downward, aiming the chains at Lex's head.
"Not really," the prince replied after he jumped backward to create a distance between them to evade the man's attack.
Then he checked his left hand to see what really happened. Its skin turned black, and it was now glowing like the chains. Aside from that, he didn't feel anything.
Afterward, his opponent charged in his direction while he was busy examining his hand, and he raised his weapon to parry the chains coming at him.
"Pull it out!" The man yelled, laughing as he performed a continuous attack on the prince.
Lex was getting pushed back by the man's assault. The endless whipping of chains didn't let him counterattack.
'I guess I don't have a choice,' he thought.
Then a wide smile crept onto his face. He tossed his sword above before grabbing both of the chains with one hand while the other held the man's arm, and like before, the black light crawled at his hand once more.
He endured the pain and activated his Legacy then moved his hand upward, causing the man to be thrown up in the air.
The representative was shocked the moment the prince sent him into the sky, like he was some sort of stone that was so easy to throw.
'Am I that light?' He thought before he started to plunge downward.
Lex caught his weapon and entered a drawing stance.
"Try evading it then," the prince said.
After that, he drew his sword, and then a high concentration of red energy was released from the edge of his blade. Its form was like a crescent moon that flew upward.
The man couldn't dodge or evade while in the air, so he had no choice but to block the attack. He focused all of his energy on his chains to strengthen them before wrapping them around both of his arms. He raised them to cover his head and braced himself against the impact, but he was sliced in half as soon as the attack collided with him.
"I already warned you," Lex said while looking at the man's corpse that fell to the ground.
Then he grinned after sheathing the red-colored blade into its scabbard. He felt immense satisfaction from his attack, and he looked in the direction where the king was seated.
'Did you see that, Father? I'm worthy to be the next king,' he thought.
. . . . .
The audience felt shivers upon seeing the last moment of the battle from the seventh circle. They didn't expect that their prince would kill the representative.
Even his weapon garnered people's attention.
"A red blade?" They commented before expressing their curiosity.
"Did the prince make his weapon himself?" They asked this, along with other questions, which caused a discussion between them.
However, the king clenched his fist. He was angry at his son for killing the man.
Then he called out to his butler and spoke.
"Please prepare a letter of apology to the king of Dusktalker Kingdom. Tell him about what happened, but write it as an accident, and prepare a weapon from the armory," he voiced out his command.
'Really! That child!' He exclaimed inside his mind before looking at the magic crystal that was showing Lex's face filled with smiles.
Contrary to the king's expression, Lexel couldn't hide her amazement at seeing her brother's blade. In that short moment, she admired its uniqueness from other weapons, and she was encouraged to create a sword like that someday.
. . . . .
Meanwhile, Lux was still admiring her mistress' battle.
"Ahhh, the way she moves, she's full of elegance," he said, smiling.
All of the participants from his circle were lying on the ground now, and the host had already announced him as the winner.
Then something made him avert his eyes from Cinn, and the smile on his face disappeared. It was the sword from the circle before him. A single-edged blade held by the prince.
"I wonder, how many vampires did he kill for that?" He uttered.
Then he looked at Cinn again.
"She will be mad once she sees that thing," he said, and a smile protruded from his lips.
. . . . .
Zeno crossed his arms, then raised his left hand and touched the red dice dangling from his ear while staring at the prince's sword.
'To think that a living weapon is lurking around this place,' he thought.
"I remember someone who would turn crazy upon knowing that something like that existed," he uttered while shaking his head.
'But a weapon with that caliber in a human's hand will create mass destruction at most. Now I'm curious. How deep has he fallen?' He asked inside his head.
"Is it still him controlling the weapon?" He paused for a moment before he continued, "Or does the weapon already take place?"
Then he walked towards the entrance of the capital and leaned his back against the giant wooden door. After almost a minute of standing there, Kizeler arrived, carrying the unconscious Priscilla while Trix was following him behind.
The young patriarch stopped for a second when he saw Zeno. But he didn't say a single word and walked forward. He treated the demon like a stranger would.
However, as soon as he passed by him, Zeno spoke, and his words made him halt his steps.
"Why didn't you kill him? Do you want me to finish him for you?" He asked.
"I don't care! Feel free to do it, as long as he won't die by my hands," Kizeler answered, then resumed walking.
Zeno chuckled upon hearing Kizeler's reply, but he didn't speak any further. Then he looked up into the sky and stared at the sun.
'What if she died? Would you still let him live?' He thought.
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