The Bitch In The Fantasy World

Chapter 11

<Author's Note: After posting chapters 9 and 10, I just noticed that I finally got my first Stones for this novel. To celebrate this glorious occasion, I want to dedicate this to the first Power Stone Voter: Jitna. Thank you!>

In an open field.

A 12-year-old blonde-haired boy was holding a beautiful short sword that had a faint red aura on its blade and pointing it at an enemy. And if one were to closely inspect the sword's blade, it had glowing red characters engraved on it, indicating its high quality. And just like the boy's sword, he too was also wearing a high-quality set of leather armor embroidered with intricate designs. One of the designs was a crest of a lion, shield and crown beautifully stitched on the left side of his chest.

Anyone who would look at the boy could immediately tell that he was from a very well-off family.

As for the enemy in front of him, it was a monster called Treebark. It had a log or a trunk of a tree about 4ft long and 1ft wide for its body, two branches as arms around 24 inches long, and two what looked like a combination of roots and branches as legs about 6 inches long.

The monster was about 12ft away and didn't charge at the boy. Instead, it stood still in silence. However, the boy could feel that it was aware of his existence and was waiting for him to attack first.

After mentally imagining how the fight would happen, from start to finish, the boy let out a deep exhale and then charged.

Vooom!

Whooosh!

The boy moved at an impossible speed that wasn't normal for his age. And when the monster entered his attack range, he swung his blade and then stopped a few feet away behind the monster.

The monster turned around but stopped mid-way when a red diagonal line appeared on its body and the upper half slid slowly down to the ground.

Thud.

Clap, clap, clap!

"Bravo!"

"Wonderful!"

The sound of applause and cheers erupted in the boy's ear. He whipped his short sword and then turned to the direction of where the applause was coming from.

"Excellent performance, Your Royal Highness!" said an old man wearing a black suit.

He was one of his butlers.

"It truly is, Your Royal Highness!" said a woman wearing a maid uniform.

There were other people as well; knights wearing a set of full-plate armor

In this group, aside from the prince, there were a total of 12 people.

The prince thanked the audience with a smile and a slight tilt of his head. However, there was only 1 person in the group that he was interested in hearing from.

His eyes wandered around the crowd until he finally found the person he was looking for.

It was a tall tan-skinned man with black hair in his mid-30s wearing a set of full-plate armor but without a helmet unlike the others. He had a long sword hanging around his waist and a kite shield on his back.

The prince stared at the man and waited.

"Your form has improved, Prince Caspian," said the man. "But aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh right, Ronaldo," Caspian said before heading over to the corpse of the Tree Bark and kneeling down on one knee. "I thank the Gods for this knowledge and experience they bestowed upon me."