“I’m really here,” Aodded.

  Of the three top talents of the Rohault Empire, Amira was the you, but she was also, without a doubt, the most talented. It was the bination of her looks aalent that made her so desirable to virtually every teenage boy residing in the empire, but she had never shown the slightest i in any of them.

  So seeing her smiling so sweetly at another boy… The shock it caused was han the shock of Ebeze beied irike.

  Whilst everyone else was in shock, there was one person who didn’t seem too pleased by this sudden development.

  Chukaya’s brows furrowed as he looked at the way Ad Amira looked into each other’s eyes as though no one else existed.

  As the stro of the Empire’s current geion and the personal disciple of one of their Empire’s most powerful saints, only he was qualified to marry Amira iure.

  Still, although he was displeased, he quickly buried his ive emotions. “Princess, you didn’t have to e out in person. We would’ve brought your little friends here to see you.”

  The words little seemed to rub Killian and Leonel up the wrong way as they both turo gre at Chukaya, almost as if they were daring him to say it again.

  Ace, though, wasn’t phased by Chukaya’s btant attempts to belittle him. He was far too focused on taking in all of Amira’s beauty.

  They’d only been apart for a few weeks, and with everything else that’d been going on, to say that Ace had been distracted would’ve been an uatement. Still, it was only when their eyes met that Ace realised just how much he’d missed her presence.

  How could the ramblings of an insignifit teen still matter to him?

  As unphased as Ace was, Amira was a different story.

  Amira’s warm golden iris turned frighteningly cold as she turned her indifferent gaze to the young Chukaya. “Since when do I need you to do anything for me? I’ll take my ‘little’ friends inside on my own; you disappear now.”

  “I didn’t mean it like th…” Chukaya could only stop mid-sentence wheiced how he had been wholly disregarded as Amira took Ad the others inside.

  “Ahaha, that’s got to hurt,” Ebeze said with a chuckle as he looked at the humiliated face of Chukaya.

  Chukaya gred at the give-wielding youth, but Ebeze gred straight baot intimidated in the slightest.

  Chukaya may have beero of the two, but as far as Ebeze was ed, that was only because he was older. In time he’d go on to surpass him and wipe that arrogant smile he usually wore off his face.

  “I’ll be taking my leave then,” Chukaya snorted, addressing the Duke.

  He was humiliated enough as it was; he didn’t need Ebeze bringing any more focus to the situation.

  “Mmh,” Kaymin nodded indifferently before looking helplessly at his son, who seemed to get off on provoking Chukaya whenever possible. “Was that really necessary?”

  “Who told him to go around ag as if he’s better than everyone just because he has a saint for a master,” Ebeze snorted.

  Truth be told, even he found Chukaya’s attitude a little too overbearing at times, but with his talent, he had the right to be proud. If he was being ho, he khat as far as pure talent was ed, even his son was inferior.

  That wasn’t to say that his son wasn’t talented. In fact, Ebeze would be sidered a top-tier elite in just about every warrior institution on the ti, but Chukaya’s warrior talent was no worse than his sons; the difference was that Chukaya had a high affinity for the element of lightning, making his talent as a mage was just as impressive. Still, he also khat talent wasn’t the be-all and end-all.

  What Ebeze cked in talent, he more than made up for with hard work. When he found out that his highest affinity was only an average-level affinity to the ws of fire, he uatingly gave up oh of a mage, choosing to focus all his attention oh of the warrior, just like his idol, the stro mortal – Aiden Rohault.

  Still, as proud of his son as he was, he also uood that, ultimately, his son wasn’t Aiden. That man’s talent as a warrior was simply unmatched, or at least it was.

  “What do you think of that Ace boy?” Kaymin asked his son.

  “Beyond parison,” Ebeze admitted directly.

  Their fight may have sted only a sed, but that was enough for the Duke’s son to uand that Ace was without a peer in this geion.

  He khat as it stood, both Chukaya and Amira were both strohan him, but there was no way that either would be able to defeat him in one move, ahat recisely what Ace did, but the scariest part about it was that Ebeze got the feeling that Ace was still holding back.

  He may not have fought all the stro youths of this geion, but he didn’t believe that there were any on the level of Ace.

  “I see,” Kaymin replied with a hint of a smile as he turo head baside.

  As the father and son duo made their way baside the pace, Amira led Ace, Killian, and Leoo the royal garden, which she had effectively turned into her own personal training quarters.

  “Why are you smirking like that?” Amira asked wheiced Ace was wearing the same smile on his face since she led them inside.

  “I just haven’t seen you act like that before,” Ace teased. “It was almost as if you were being protective.”

  “Who’s being protective?” Amira snorted.

  “I wonder,” Ace chuckled.

  “Whatever,” Amira rolled her eyes, too zy to indulge Ace’s teasing. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

  “Why does that sound like we’re not wele,” Ace replied, feigning being hurt.

  “You’re not!” Amira snorted. “I only allowed you inside since you’re with Kil and Leo.”

  “Wukong told us to e here to use your Empire’s battlefield against the O’Brien Empire to train,” Killian stated directly, not wanting to watch the two of them tio flirt like they were.

  When she heard that, Amira’s eyes lit up with excitement. Because of her age and status, she had never been allowed otlefield previously, but now, with Ad Killian bei by the Pavilion, she might just be able to gain permission.

  “e with me,” Amira said as she suddenly ged dire. “I’ll take you to my father so we get permission.”

  “Your father?” Ace asked with his brows raised. “You mean the Emperor?”

  “Yeah, why?” Amira said with a teasing smile. “You scared?”

  “Why would I be scared?” Ace rolled his eyes.

  Even though he said that he knew he was just putting on an act. When Amira mentioned meeting her father, his heart started to race slightly. But he k had nothing to do with him being an emperor and everything to do with him being her father. He could be a cobbler and still feel just as nervous.

  “Father,” Amira called out as she knocked on the doors to the throne room.

  “e in,” A ge deep voice called back.

  Ihe throne room, Duke Kaymin and his son were standing respectfully at the bottom of the stairs leading up to a pair of extravagant thrones, one of which was empty, but the other was being sat on by a handsome middle-aged man whom Aoted looked remarkably like Aiden.

  “Little Mira, you arrived right on time,” Amira’s father said softly as he looked at his daughter with a gentle, doting smile. “Duke Kaymin was just briefing me on the arrival of your friends from the Pavilion.”

  “My name’s Jordon Rohault. It’s a pleasure to meet each of you,” Emperor Jordon said amiably before fog on Ace. “How is my little bretting on these days?”

  “Huh, oh. The old man’s alright,” Aswered absentmindedly as he stared at the Emperor.

  It was hard to believe that two men could look so simir physically but project such differing auras.

  Aiden’s was uered and zy, but Jordon’s was geable, and faintly nurturing.

  He was so distracted that he didn’t even realise the odd looks he was receiving from Ebeze and his father.

  As citizens of the Rohault Empire, like everyone else, they veed Aiden. The stories of his deeds and monstrous strength made him a legend, so hearing him being called an old man so casually wasn’t somethiher of them was used to, and for a boy to say it in front of Aiden’s brother – the current Emperor…

  Both father and son subsciously held their breaths as they awaited their Emperor’s rea, but instead of feeling offended, Jordon ughed as he studied the child his brother chose to take as his first and st disciple.

  “You remind me a lot of that brother of mine, minus the smell of booze, of course,” Jordon stated. “So what brings you to my Empire anyway?”

  “Dad, they were sent by the instructors at the Pavilion to join the O’Brien battlefield to tiheir training,” Amira expined. “And I want to join them.”

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