On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 60

Zarin was exhausted after the long trip. Not his body, but his mind. He had never had to endure just sitting on a horse and going on for days. How did people travel like that? He was thankful he could just teleport. If it wasn't for Harry, he wouldn't be doing all of this, and he didn't even pay attention to him during their journey. He treated him like any other guard. 

And then he had to sleep with all the other guards in a strange hall. The beds were so small he could bȧrėly sleep. But it didn't matter. Once everyone fell asleep, he decided to leave and see if his plan was successful. 

He teleported himself to the most famous brothel. Only wealthy men could afford the prȯstɨtutės here, and Zarin had asked for the most expensive one. He was going to offer her to an ancient demon after all. 

"Lord Zarin. Welcome." The owner greeted. 

"Thank you. Any information." He asked eagerly. 

"Rose has completed her mission, and she was successful. He was very pleased and even paid her. A generous amount." The owner told him. 

He knew it. That man had no real love for Harry. He was just using him. He couldn't wait to expose him. 

With that information he went back to Valish, feeling relieved that he would get rid of that ancient demon soon. He might have blinded everyone, but not him. He could see through his disguise. 

Now sleeping in the small bed felt less uncomfortable. 

"Zarin! Zarin! Wake up!" 

Annoyed, Zarin opened his eyes. Callum towered over his bed with his serious expression. 

"It is morning." He said. 

"It is early." 

"Guards, wake up early," Callum told him. 

Oh, right? He was a guard now. He forced himself out of bed with a yawn. 

"We are going to Prince Harry's room and escort him," Callum explained. 

"Where?" Zarin asked. 

"His Highness will fight the most skilled swordsman in Valish. We will escort him to the fighting pit. Many people will be there, so we need to be on our watch and protect him. Your demon abilities could be useful." 

Zarin was confused. Why would Harry fight a swordsman? 

Getting dressed, he followed Callum and Oliver to where Harry was staying. They waited outside the room for a while and then Harry came out dressed and with his hair tied up in a ponytail. 

"Good morning, Your Highness." Both Callum and Oliver bowed. 

Zarin hesitated. Was he supposed to bow? 

"Good morning." He greeted, bowing hesitantly. 

Harry smiled at him, amused. He felt silly. 

When they started to walk, Zarin hurried to his side. "Why will you fight?" He asked. 

"King Rufus promised to trade with us if I defeated his strongest man." He explained. 

Zarin wasn't worried unless the man used some dirty tricks. Harry would easily defeat him. 

When they arrived at the fighting pit, Zarin was surprised by the number of people who came to watch the fight. King Rufus was sitting separately from the crowd while his guards stood beside him. 

When they escorted Harry inside to the pit, the crowd cheered. Once he was provided with a sword and a shield, they left his side but didn't go far. They stood in a corner, closer to him than anyone else.

The crowd cheered again. This time because the skilled swordsman walked into the pit. He lifted his arms in the air, waving for everyone to keep cheering him on. This man was gloating, but soon he would have his ribs broken. Even breathing would become painful. 

Harry stood confidently, looking relaxed while he waited for him to finish embarrassing himself. 

Zarin grimaced thinking of how badly stained this man's reputation would be after this fight. The most skilled swordsman was beaten by a young prince.  

And what was he doing now? 

He growled and started hitting his chest. The crowd cheered louder. 

Really? 

Zarin almost rolled his eyes. 

He turned to Callum and Oliver. While Oliver seemed excited, Callum just stood with his arms crossed over his chest. But he could see the deadly stare in his eyes. 

"You just want to kill him. Don't you?" He asked him. 

"He will wish he was dead soon," Callum replied. 

The man's name was Brody. The crowd chanted his name as the fight started, but once he missed a strike, the chanting lessened and when he missed three strikes; it became quiet. It looked like he never missed it before, but Harry was smaller and quicker than him. He easily stepped away from each strike with little effort. 

Brody frowned. His face hardened. He tightened his grip on the sword and made himself ready to attack, this time showing no mercy. But he could still not even hit him once. Zarin knew Harry was provoking him on purpose. Warming him up, while entertaining the crowd. He could easily finish him, but there was no fun in that. 

When Brody became a little tired, Harry began to attack. His sword hit his shield with such force that he stumbled a few steps back. Gasps came from the crowd. Brody was shocked, but Harry didn't give him time to think. He swung his sword at him again and again. Each time hitting the shield harder, causing Brody to crumble to his knees. Harry stepped back and gave him a chance to get back on his feet. 

Zarin knew he could strike the right place if he wanted to. But he had to look human and not expose his power. 

Brody was panting. He was baffled by his strength, and now he looked afraid. With one swing of his sword, Harry knocked the shield out of his hand, while causing him to stumble back again. 

More gasps came from the crowd. Everyone watched intently, surprised by this young prince beating this skilled swordsman. 

Harry threw away his shield. Now they would only fight with their swords only. Brody became impulsive and started to attack viciously, only tiring himself. After a while, Harry had enough. Stepping away, he went behind him and elbowed him in the back of his neck. 

Oliver grimaced. "That looks painful." He said. 

Brody lost his balance and fell on his hands and knees. Harry kicked him in the stomach and he rolled over on his back with a groan. He stepped on the hand in which he held the sword until he released it. Then he kicked the sword away. When he tried to get up, Harry placed the sharp tip of his blade on his throat. 

Zarin wanted to clap, but he wasn't completely satisfied. This man was getting away easily after all the bragging and threats. Harry could at least cut off his tongue and feed it to him. But Callum was right. A lot of shaming was awaiting him. Humans could be very cruel.