franphil Chapter 133 Call Me Teacher
Chapter 133 Call Me Teacher
Chapter 133 Call Me Teacher
Backlund, outskirts, Red Rose Manor. This is the manor of Prince Edsak, the third prince of Loen. Compared to the usual Loen royal family, this prince's personality is more gentle.
Normally, I prefer to stay in this manor rather than Sodrak Palace. The atmosphere here is more free, without as many rules as at the Rune Palace.
"teacher."
Edsack looked at the one-eyed Ince El and addressed him respectfully.
Behind him, Triss, with her round face, looked at the beautifully decorated manor with some disgust, longing to escape and pursue freedom.
But there's no escaping it; it's like the witch's fate—she can neither gain love nor freedom.
Twisted, tangled threads can only be freed when they completely break apart; if they encounter a fire that is not strong enough, they will only produce an even more unpleasant, acrid smell.
"Edessaker, the royal family has high hopes for you, which is why they asked me to tutor you."
"Looking back at the history of Rune, such as the War of the White Rose, it seems that every prince who inherited the title of Earl of Rastin had to pay some price for the country."
"Ince El" smiled as he scanned Edsack, whose expression had become somber, the butler or rather the royal watcher, whose head was bowed even lower, and the increasingly impatient little witch Triss.
Earl of Rastin.
The title itself is nothing special, but when it's linked to the White Rose War, it becomes quite interesting.
The Rose Wars were a war between the Kingdom of Rune and the Kingdom of Intis.
Prior to this war, in the last major battle, the Kingdom of Rune was defeated by the Empire of Fusak and ceded the island of Sonia.
The Kingdom of Rune salvaged its international image through the White Rose War. The key moment in this battle was the sacrifice of Earl Rastin of the royal family, which led to the final victory.
Listening to his cheap teacher talking about how he had high hopes for him, about the White Rose War, and about Count Rastin.
Prince Edsack almost believed that a war involving two powerful nations in the North was about to break out again, and that he was the one the royal family had decided to sacrifice in this battle.
If his intelligence network hadn't told him that the naval battle between the Kingdom of Rune and the Empire of Fusak in their southern continental colonies hadn't been over for long and that Rune wasn't yet strategically prepared to resume the war, he would have almost believed it.
"Teacher, what exactly do you mean?"
Prince Edsack turned to look at the old butler, and seeing that the old butler also shook his head, he respectfully asked "Ince El" again.
Do you have a sword?
"Chael" did not answer, but instead asked a question.
He was still thinking about how to act it out more vividly and realistically.
This is important, and it's also difficult.
"Teacher, of course I have a sword."
Prince Edsak drew his sword from his waist. After all, it was the old Rune "Judgment" banner; how could it not have a longsword?
"Is your sword sharp?"
"Chael" smiled and continued to ask.
"certainly."
Prince Edsack understood the implication and answered without hesitation.
Who isn't young at heart? How can you say no at a time like this!
Prince Edsack, sword in hand, answered with unwavering resolve and a touch of heroic spirit in his voice.
"Cut it off!"
"Chael" said, pointing to the expensive mahogany table in the room.
"it is good."
Although Prince Edsack was puzzled, his teacher was, after all, a demigod. With a forceful wave of his hand, he split the long table in front of him in two, without a trace of heartache in his eyes.
He didn't care at all how much the furniture was actually worth.
Cutting open a table is a piece of cake for the third prince of the Rune path in the Judgement sequence.
"Very good, you have proven your ability."
"Well then, here's one last little test."
"Chael" smiled with satisfaction.
How did I prove my ability? By chopping down a table? That's something anyone can do, even if it's made of solid wood.
Prince Edsack felt that his teacher looked down on him, but he also felt it was unnecessary; so the real test...
It must be the little test the teacher mentioned.
Bring it on!
No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely solve it and show you!
This is the pride of the royal family!
Edsack gripped his longsword tightly, his gaze fixed intently on "Shael," a hint of anticipation in his heart.
On the other side, the old butler and Triss were also looking at "Shael" with some curiosity, wondering what kind of difficult challenge it was.
"Shael" took a flag from her bosom, unfolded it, held it up with both hands, and said to Prince Edsac:
"Cut it off."
"Use your sword, just like before."
The design on the flag was simple: a sword of judgment pointing straight down with a ruby crown on the hilt.
"How dare you!"
The old butler interrupted angrily.
At this moment, he no longer cared about the etiquette he had upheld for many years, which was the symbol of the Ruen royal family.
How dare this traitor of the Church of the Night instigate their third prince to do such a heinous thing!
"Shut up!"
"You only have a pair of eyes and ears, no mouth."
"Shael" raised her hand and pointed at the old butler, whose body immediately turned cold and he could no longer make a sound.
Triss couldn't help but shudder. In her spiritual vision, she could see a skeletal arm covering the old butler's mouth.
This old man is also a very strong extraordinary being, but in front of a true demigod, he is obviously nothing.
It seems quite interesting that someone would instigate the prince of the Kingdom of Rune to cut down his own family's banner.
Triss's gaze fell upon her, her face flushed crimson. Her longsword had already been drawn, but she abruptly stopped mid-air after clearly seeing the specific pattern.
Edsack looked somewhat comical.
puff!
The "witch" couldn't help but laugh.
It's really not her fault. This so-called third prince is just too funny. If it were her, she would have cut down whatever was in front of her without hesitation.
"you!"
Hearing that crisp laughter, Edsack's face turned even redder with anger.
He had initially harbored some affection for Triss, but now, to embarrass himself in front of a woman he cared about even slightly—let alone a prince—was a disgrace.
No man of Ruen could tolerate this.
In particular, the Royal Family of Rune are also staunch believers in Storms!
Edsack was so angry he wanted to kill someone!
But Triss wouldn't give Edsack any face. The angrier he got, the happier Triss became, and she even started to instigate him as usual:
"Where did that smug look go?"
"You're already done for?"
"That's true. After all, it's such a simple test. We can understand if you want to make it a little more difficult for yourself."
"Isn't it too simple to just cut it down?"
"How about we tear it by hand? It'll be a little more difficult that way."