Chapter 369
*******
Some of the beasts he easily slaughtered had hesitated to attack him once the man calmly approached them.
Failing to notice Zeleskiaz’s presence, surprise would invade the wild beings and yet, the gaze challenging them to engage in a fight was still a natural warning for their instincts, warning them that their blood would be spilled instead of the human before their eyes.
It was a blade, a kind of sword named cutlass, shorter than those he had glanced the duke and his son carried... yet in his hand as deathly and far more dangerous. For his senses once against the prey was unmatched by any common noble... although the man known as Lucid Warrior was one whose strength could defy his.
’... Ten of high rank... and yet I had to let four free as they were relatives of a bird species...’
Tranquil, the Crown Prince took out the blade of the flesh of a mist bear, known as the gladiator for its big size and fast run was once used to entertain the eye of the people at an underground coliseum. One that disappeared at the conquer of its antique city.
The blade had been imbued with the prince’s aura so his prey could be discerned between the other nobles’ and its strength made the dead body jerk, for the invasion was a type of poison that pushed the dead blood in the prey’s vessels to move unwillingly. Nevertheless, such little movement was of no concern. For another one was ruling his thoughts.
’... I wonder if a gift can be made with this fur... would my lady like it, however?’ — The man thought seriously, for the rage he had at the distasteful encounter had been already satisfied with the first half he had ended. — ’Lady Marianne is... her gentle character makes me believe she would not wear a beast’s fur.’
Smiling to the correct conceptions, the soft and yet also hard fur of the gladiator bear was stroked by his hand. Imagining a lovely Marianne decorated in winter by the overwhelming fur over her shoulders... And so, his smile widened... moved as the illusion was enchanting just as the grey eyes she would glance at him with.
’haha... my love... flowers would suit you better... many, like the bouquet I gifted...’ — The eyes of the prince then drifted to find a lonesome dandelion, ready to be blown away by a strong breeze as it had bloomed fully. And as he sensed another one’s presence approach, he stood from his crouched position. Grinning as he thought of a future. — "The Empress’s Garden will need to be extended."