Theron's blade paused, his head turning up to the skies to find a young man with a pale but handsome expression standing above them on the edge of a building.
He had never seen this young man before, but Theron knew who he was immediately nonetheless.
Crown Prince Aetherion Nightingale.
The crowds seemed to scatter all at once without a single hint of a sound.
'Truly incompetent.' Was Theron's first thought, at least… until his eyes narrowed.
Incompetence, maybe? Or maybe this was just hedging.
The Thistles had no idea if he would be able to fulfill his promise to defeat all those beneath Silver Mancy or not. Maybe they could have fought back against this setup, but chose not to in order to mitigate potential backlash should Theron lose.
It was idiotic. The same sort of foolishness they had fallen into before.
The Crown Prince had certainly known this, which was why he was so confident in executing this move.
