Chapter 62: A terrifying presence.
Unsurprisingly, all the soldiers gathered around the scene, wanting to see how the young prince battled with Alfred, the Ripper.
A shocking nickname, but it was what he was known as amongst the soldiers of the kingdom.
Or at least, what he used to be.
Holding a wooden sword of his own, Alfred felt a bit uncertain about the event he was about to partake in.
For starters, battling the young prince was not something he ever thought of doing, and if he was ever going to do it, he would have preferred it to be when he was at his best.
As of that moment, he was starless, with no aspect, title, or blazer.
It would be nothing but a disgrace for the prince to battle such a wasted old man.
Many of the spectators felt the same way, since they were knowledgeable of Alfred being fired.
That said, he was such a good and loving man that many overlooked it quite easily. Their respect for him went beyond him being a Mystero to the king.
"Your Highness, are you sure about this?" asked Alfred.
"Why, of course. My father always mentioned how much of a menace you were when you had your aspect. I’d like to see if you’re the same without it."