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The White-robed Prince

Klang's!

The sound of swords clashing against each other echoed in a room. The breaths also sucked. The sharp glances that were thrown at each other as if the fire was not easily extinguished.

"Suckers! Where's that king you're raising, huh?!" shouted a burly soldier.

His strong muscles hid behind his armor. Both hands held a sword to hold the enemy. While he continued to push his sword in order for the enemy to tremble and retreat.

"Lucky man! You're dying to give up your life until you come to the werewolf palace!" The opponent was grieving with his slanted smile.

"Shut your mouth, you wolf girl!"

Zraaat!

"Akh!" The female werewolf squealed as she fell on the floor.

Fresh blood flowed from his left arm. He let his opponent's sword scratch his body. Now, the man who became his opponent was preparing to hit him with a sword.

"Poisefly summon–akh...!" That woman can't use her magic.

The dark magic that would summon thousands of poisonous butterflies was too draining of mana. He could only groan in pain when his mana ran out for wound recovery. His hands trembled as he grabbed his sword.

"I'm sorry, I have to end it, Your Majesty," he said.

The butterfly army he can't call. However, there was a last resort he could use despite having to sacrifice his life. The woman closed her eyes, she would burn herself with the cold flames along with the man.

"Blueame!"

Woosshh!

"Gkoraaa!!" The female werewolf screamed as flames started to blaze from her body.

The human soldier was shocked as he approached and was nearly spurted by the flames. He did not expect his opponent would use self-immolation to fight him. The human only smiled obliquely, he only needed to dodge until the wolf demon died burning itself.

"Stupid! I didn't expect your nation to be so stupid like this! Ahahaha!" He laughed as if he had been a winner.

Slowly the wolf demon surrounded by cold flames rose up. He was like someone unconscious. Where for his consciousness he used to fuel his cold flames.

"This is my last weapon, please use it!" his inner.

Jem!

"Akh—" The human soldier was suffocating restrained when a dagger stuck to his neck.

"Dagger?!" his mind when he touched the neck.

The drap! The drap! The drap!

"Alixeurea!"

Swosh!

A white-robed man quickly cast a magic spell. He shot her right at the woman who was blazing. In an instant, the fire extinguished and left a woman standing unconscious.

"Micellia!"

Bruk!

The woman collapsed right in the arms of the white-robed man. The man hissed as a cold effect groped his body. Micellia ran out of mana before she managed to crush the enemy.

"Micellia, open your eyes!" The man moved that already weakened body.

He shouted again to the woman, "Micellia de Broof!"

Free, the woman had no sign of answering her call. He was drooping so limp that he barely even felt his heartbeat. The effects of the cold flame began to freeze itself if it was not quickly healed.

"Basin wolf...! What are you doing to me?!" The human soldier managed to pull out the dagger on his neck.

Fresh blood flowed slowly, just like Micellia's arm a while ago. He growled, his face flushed with anger. He held the dagger until it hit his own hand.

The white-robed man snickered through the tail of his eyes. He told the soldiers of his people to take Micellia away. The woman must be treated immediately by the royal witch.

He looked calm despite the glint of hate highlighted from his gray eyes. His silver-colored hair was fluttering in the wind. A large robe with shimmering silver thread illuminated the moon.

"Who are you?! Dare to interrupt my conversation with that woman!" sergeant the human soldier.

The white robed man smiled. Slowly his tail and ears appeared. He turned his back on the moonlight that entered through the palace's large window.

"You better be careful because it's a full moon" he said calmly.

The human soldier stood still. He carried a sword in his hand that he was ready to draw whenever he wanted. His passion and ambition made him want to go blind.

"It seems you don't know who your opponent is here" said the white-robed man.

He pulled out his claws which he had hidden under the cloak. His fangs revealed themselves as his lips grinned. He turned into a half-man half-wolf.

"God...! Kau—" The human soldier began to tremble when his opponent revealed his stealth form.

The werewolf was as white as moonlight and was suddenly taller than a human. "You don't seem to be able to read the situation" he said.

"If I were you, I'd run to pity my life." The look on his face that was laughing had become flat.

"Pa–third prince?!"

Be late. Lightning had struck the moment the demon snapped his finger. Lightning blades one by one struck the human.

"Aargh...!"

The man called the third prince by the man blew his fingertips away. He did not show any expression as he watched his opponent being tormented by his lightning strike. He waited for her to enjoy for a moment how the end of life of someone who dared to go against him.

"Well, boring. I think there's something interesting here" he said disappointedly.

He returned to normal human form. Chest-scaping hid his hands behind the arms of a large robe. Highlight his eyes continued to stare at the human who was like a worm given salt.

"Aarghh...!" The man kept screaming in pain.

"Know this, I don't need to change my form. It's a waste of energy," he said.

He looked out the window to welcome the moon. His eyes closed as if receiving that bright flash of light. It felt like he had gained a great deal of strength and where the magic within him had recovered.

"Take your name, O beautiful Moon Goddess."

"How dare you take my blessing when you have the dirt on your body." The soft voice that echoed belonged to the Moon Goddess.

The man smiled softly as he closed his eyes, "You know the story, O beautiful Moon Goddess," he said to the formless voice.

"Basic greedy. Bow your head when I see you, I will lower your blessing now." The sound disappeared in the quiet night along with the clouds covering the moonlight.

He sighed after receiving the blessing from the Moon Goddess through her light. His eyes returned sharply to see the corpse of the human warrior he had hit with the lightning earlier. A short breath as the end he said.

"Where was he when the palace was chaotic like this?!" grunts in the heart.

Brak!

"Greetings as bright as the moon to you, Prince—"

"How's Micellia doing?" He interrupted the greetings of the guard soldiers.

His face was indeed flat, but in his heart he felt worried. The door she had not yet opened was the room where Micellia rested after being treated. The old royal witch walked up to him.

Trembling he said, "Son, I can only give him the mana ball from the treasure mountain. If that ball doesn't work, then..."

The white-robed prince growled. "Ck! Those humans should be taught a lesson!" angry decision.

"Have you heard from my brother?!" ask anyone who hears.

The werewolf soldiers looked at each other. They were compactly shaking in fear. They have not found any signs of searching for the person in question.

"Haaarrrgh...!"

"Where are you, you fucking brother!"