Chapter 248: Almost Slashed
Caius walked with Rylen by his side. The men were training in the field, and as he had promised Rylen, Caius made his way there. It was not a good idea to train with the men today—he was too furious to control his strength.
Caius opened and closed his palms as he walked down the long path overlooking the open field with well-trimmed grass. At the end of the path was a canopy-like stand, and underneath it was Lord Maximus. He wore a strange expression as Caius approached.
"Your Highness," Maximus said with a bow as Caius got close enough. He was standing, offering up the only seat in the arena to Caius.
Caius took it without hesitation and sat under the shade. He looked forward, his eyes scanning the men on the field.
"Your Highness has been here twice in a row," Maximus said with an amused tone as he stood next to Caius, watching the scene play out in front of him. Five pairs of men were exchanging swords, while a few brawled, and the others just watched.
"It’s unlike you to keep count of such an occurrence, Lord Maximus. Did you forget there was a time when I was here every day?" Caius asked. His tone sounded annoyed.
"Who could forget, Your Highness? You were only a wee thing then. Look how much you’ve grown now."
Caius’s gaze darkened. He hated speaking of that time. He moved his hand to his chin, slightly running his finger over the scar there—the memory of how he got it clear as day.
"Hmm. You could join our expedition to the south. Futherfield could use your skills," Caius said, glancing up at the huge man.
"As much as I would love to join Your Highness on the battlefield, I cannot leave the King’s side," Maximus stated. "I wish you victory."
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