My Favorite Prince's

Assistance

"Good God your shoulder is hurt!" Rossy panicked at the blood that began to flow profusely from Alexander's shoulder which was still stuck in an arrow.

He recklessly took over the horse's control rope and said firmly, "Let me and you please help me navigate!"

They were back in pursuit of the assassins who targeted Alexander, the number was too much and made Alexander overwhelmed to deal with it with the rest of the heart he had.

One by one they had been subverted by Alexander's magic, but their numbers were so numerous that they drove the horses faster.

The horse they were riding on suddenly came to a halt. It was as if endless misfortune had befallen them, for now they were faced with a very steep ravine with a rushing river flowing beneath.

"How is this?" Rossy's panicking.

"Lady, please take cover behind the horses!" Alexander's Letters.

Alexander also began to swing his sword, without fear he returned struggling with an unbalanced fight even though his condition was injured. The clever movement of swordmaster-class sword arts and magic that melted enough to make Rossy stunned. Everything still feels like a dream to make him careless and unconscious if someone is already next to him and immediately withdraws himself.

"Give up, or I'll finish this girl!" he shouted with a sword that was right in front of Rossy's neck.

Rossy sighed at the losers' behavior. While Alexander who is still fighting some assassins must be caught by his attention to make him back injured sabbatical sword there is his arm.

"Not to think of me, Your Majesty! Focus" Rossy said casually.

A grin is on the girl's lips, with the ability that he has Rossy is able to snatch the sword from the hand of the killer who is holding her hostage.

"Well, you think I can't do anything? I am the champion of silat se-jabodetabek pancak," said Rossy while imitating Alexander's sword movements that he had just seen.

Without the slightest fear he hurt the assassin, even though all was his first experience. Now he began to join with Alexander, cleaning up the rats that continue to pursue them relentlessly.

"What are you doing? You will be hurt." Alexander asked in surprise.

"I'm just mimicking you, it's better we face together than you are alone" Rossy replied with a wink.

The inevitable fight, Rossy continued to help Alexander even though he began to realize that his strength was not able to continue fighting. From a distance the footsteps of the horse drew closer, his heart pounding more and more quickly imagining something worse was about to happen.

"How is this?" muttered.

Rossy saw Alexander's wounds getting worse, his strength was getting weaker due to fatigue and continued to force using magic.

The girl tried to rack her brain to find a way out of the unpleasant situation.

Jem! Jem! Jem!

"What's this?"

"Calm down, we're safe" Alexander replied in harmony with his very long breath.

With the large number of knights, it was finally enough to make the assassins of his payment subjugated. A suspected knight leader got off his horse, then stepped closer to Alexander and Rossy.

"Honor Your Highness Prince Alexander, forgive us if our arrival is a little late" he said, bowing respectfully.

"Thank you, Caine. You guys are very helpful" replied Alexander.

'A little late from where? We're almost dead you just came! Basic useless! If you're my men, I've been cutting your salaries for a year.'

Rossy who continues to curse in the heart does not even realize that he is now the center of attention. Moreover, the different physical and unusual style of dress there makes it look more prominent.

"Y-Your Majesty, that conjecture ...," he said interrupted.

"Here you go, we better get out of here!" alexander exclaimed, who immediately grabbed Rossy's hand and led him to his horse.

Wounds on Alexander's body increasingly bleed increasingly, making Rossy a little worried if the condition of the man will be more severe if too much moving.

"Let me ride it, you already don't need to doubt my abilities, right?" rossy said with a confident smile.

***

"What's? You guys failed to deal with just one person?" the snapping sound of a middle-aged man seemed to echo throughout the corner of his study.

The man clenched his hand, angry at the news he had just heard.

There was already so much money he spent to destroy the figure that became the only stumbling block to power, but everything again and again failed.

Slowly he approached a murderer who had just given himself a report, then he quickly pulled out a knife from behind the suit and stabbed him right into the heart.

"Based on useless garbage! Lowly man," he murmured.

The collapsed body covered in blood did not necessarily make him shudder, the man even kicked the dying body as if he was venting an overflowing anger inside him.

"Please clean! Do not let a single drop of blood remain in this room!" he told a guard who had been standing behind him.

"Good, Master!"