Sparc gaped at the blaze rising into the air in the distance.
‘So His Highness really did it.’ Sparc closed his eyes.
“What in the world is his plan?” Hans asked Sparc, his voice tight with worry. “It won’t be easy to contain the entire fire on our own.”
Sparc had eyes, so he also knew that. The fire lit up in the entrance to the reed forest and quickly spread to the entire forest. Since it was past the rainy season, the weather was arid today, so the fire burned so fiercely that it looked like the fire would quickly spread to where the knights were standing.
“...I’m more worried about His Highness,” Sparc bitterly said.
“What? What do you mean...?”
“Those traitors have nowhere to run now, so what do you think they’ll do? They’ll attack His Highness using their full power.” Sparc gestured at the reed forest with his chin.
Hans grunted. “The traitors, us, His Highness... Everyone is in a fix.”
He looked around and saw his colleagues busily pouring water on the ground, in an attempt to prevent the fire from spreading to where they were right now.
“His Highness will probably be fine. Five hundred of us attacked him but couldn’t do anything to him.” Hans shrugged.
“It’s different now because they’ll be fighting for their lives. Even if all twenty of us remaining protect His Highness, the traitors have ten times our numbers,” Sparc said, frowning. “We’ll have to trust Sir Cain and the North Witch for now. Anyhow, let’s move. We absolutely cannot let this fire spread over this line.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” Hans came to his senses and then quickly ran to the river.
Sparc’s eyes lingered on the forest for a moment before he followed Hans.
“Your Highness, please let me prove to them that I made the right choice...”
* * *
Meanwhile, Kireua actually had a plan.
‘Hey, Coal,’ Kireua called.
-Yup?
‘Can you eat all the fire in this reed forest?’ Kireua asked. He was cautiously optimistic, but Coal wasn’t enthusiastic.
-Nope.
‘What? You can’t eat it?’ Kireua said, confused.
-I won’t eat that even if I could. You’re a liar, Kireua.
‘Ah, please. Just this once. I’ll keep our promise no matter what!’ Kireua shouted in his mind.
-I won’t believe you even if you say you can make metal out of swords.
“...It’s ‘make swords out of metal’,” Kireua said out loud without realizing.
Cain tilted his head in confusion. “What did you say, Your Highness?”
“Ah, I’m just talking to myself.” Kireua shook his head.
The traitors were slowly coming out from the reed forest one after another, so Kireua was pressed for time even if he started preparing right now. That made his plans even more urgent.
‘Just tell me,’ Kireua whispered. ‘What is this food you want to eat?’
-Adamantium!
Kireua almost couldn’t believe his ears. ‘Adamantium? Wait, are you talking about that mineral that can only be found in the Demon Realm?’
-Yup!
At that moment, Kireua had to try very hard to hold back his urge to curse. Adamantium was one of the rarest minerals in the world; a fist-sized piece of adamantium cost the same as the yearly expenses of a small city. No one would invest that much money to get their hands on one lump of mineral, but that was how rare the adamantium was; acquiring any of it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
“Your Highness!”
Kireua raised an eyebrow. Cain had been subduing the traitors that were jumping out from the reed forest while Anna had been containing the fire by creating walls of wind. One of the traitors used the confusion of the moment to ambush Kireua.
Selim’s smile deepened because he knew right away what rumors Blackbear was talking about. “Are you talking about the rumor that he ran away from the Palace due to a lack of talent?”
“That’s right.” Blackbear nodded.
Selim quietly shook his head. It wasn’t true. Kireua’s desire to learn martial arts was greater than anyone else’s, so he had voluntarily left the palace to become stronger.
“Then what do you think the chance of me becoming the next emperor is now?” Selim asked.
“...If you’re okay with my personal opinion this time too...” Blackbear trailed off for a moment before he answered, “It’s below one hundred percent.”
“And?”
“...I think it’s above ninety-nine percent.”
Selim glanced to the side. “Blackbear.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Don’t ever tell your personal opinion to Kireua.”
“...Yes, Your Highness.”
* * *
The fire intensified over time, but that didn’t spread any further because Anna was busy working up a sweat containing it with her walls of wind. While Cain and Kiruea focused on subduing the traitors, the twenty loyal knights tried their best to stop the traitors from fleeing. In other words, Cain and Kireua were defeating over two hundred knights on their own.
“You’re crazy, Prince.”
The traitor leader was brought in front of Kireua and was forced to kneel, but Kireua didn’t remember seeing him before. He assumed that the traitor had been laying low for this day.
“Your name... To be honest, I don’t really care.” Kireua scoffed.
“How in the world are you going to extinguish the fire?” the leader demanded.
“It’s none of your business,” Kireua said. He lifted his sword off of his shoulder and pointed it at the traitor. “Any last words?”
“Yo-You’re going to kill me?”
Kireua tilted his head. “Is there a reason why I should spare the life of a traitor?”
“Yo-You’ll regret it. The people in the south don’t know we betrayed you yet, so if something happens to us after the merciful prince forgave us—”
“The trust that I tried really hard to build will instantly crumble. Is that what you want to say?”
“Exactly!”
Kireua chuckled. Who would believe that? Hundreds of people had seen what these traitors had tried to do. Besides, the dead couldn’t speak.
“Is that all you have to say?” Kireua asked. The traitor flinched.
Kireua looked straight into his eyes. “Let me say one more thing before you die: work on your skills in your next life, not cheap tricks.”
The leading traitor leaped off the ground and rushed toward Kireua, but Cain didn’t stop him because Cain saw the determination in Kireua’s eyes.
“Kireua Sanders!” the traitor shouted at the top of his lungs. “If it hadn’t been for you—if that hadn’t been for you, the south—!”
“You’re noisy.”
Kireua swung his sword. Metal parted human flesh.
The leading traitor's eyes widened. His head was flying through the air.
That was the beginning.
“Sir Cain.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Kireua fixed his eyes on the traitors. “Execute every single one of the traitors. I’m going to use them as examples.”
After watching Kireua for a moment, Cain bowed. “I shall obey, Your Highness.”