Chapter 370
The lengthy song of a prominent horn resounded at the end of the first day of the hunt, and aided by the surprise it instilled within the small creatures, even the birds added to its announcement flapping their wings along the left out sound that reached those concentrated in earning prey.
Summoning admiringly the noblemen inside the darkening green so they would regroup at the place where the start of the competition was given.
Slowly, many started to arrive. Victorious smiles most had while they pompously returned in the tame horses they had dived into the competition. Some dragging along their earned hunt, proud of its size and prominent nature... while some came back empty-handed... nonetheless, there were also few that walked their way out of the marked grounds where the creatures prepared for the event roamed freely... few that had no choice but to come empty-handed, for having a great number of creatures to carry altogether was not possible even if their skill was vast.
Few... such as an acclaimed hero, whose fate was to reign the empire he was born to.
It was the eye of the awaiting right hand of the Crown Prince that immediately noticed Zeleskiaz’s return. The man, pacing tranquil with sleeves folded and a fresh appearance even as the exercise had decorated a tad of his frame with the expected sweat, walked calmly without a prey in hand. Cleaning his hands off of the red he had been careful not to let reach his clothes, displeased by its thickness, for its shade remained even after thorough care.
"! Your Highness. Welcome back, how did it-!?"
"Here." — With swift motion, his hand took the cutlass to his waist, causing the enthusiast right hand to flinch slightly as he shoved the handle for his hand to take.
Nonchalant, as he continued to walk by his side, informing him of the course the right hand was to take. — "I left embedded a tad of my aura in it. Take it with you to get my hunt."
"... Sorry to say this, but don’t you think I’ve gotten enough taste of your aura to know which beast you hunted?" — Annoyed at the instructions of the indifferent Crown Prince, Biel’s expression grimaced. Yet, even so, his distance was kept. For the attitude of the current Zeleskiaz was one far well known... although much tamer after seeking the blood the treacherous deity of his household would usually demand... provoking more ominous presence.
Regardless, Zeleskiaz’s pace did not slow down, responding to the right hand’s rhetorical question with a reasonable answer he had not thought of.