The Heir Of The Grand Duke (Official)

Episode 27 - Desire to Live

Fwoosh!

A piece of what seemed to be a wooden shelf flew over Teresa's head as she ducked down to avoid getting splattered like an insect. A few dozen meters from her would be the library’s ancient weapon display. The place where she might be able to find something to help the Crown Prince with.

Teresa tore off a piece of her dress and tied it around her arms and hands. She did this so that she would have to feel the bruises that were burning in her skin. She didn't like wincing at every move she made with them.

She shut her mouth and sneaked her way behind the debris and fallen shelves as she tiptoed toward the doorway. All she needed was something she could use to defeat that man.

She stared at the Prince one more time before she vanished into the weapon's display.

The fight between Ben and Hemming continued. There was a loud crash that bore from the two’s spirit slashes colliding into each other. Ben sidestepped and tried to find a blind spot by stabbing towards the side of the Vice Captain only to be met by a deflecting blade that threw him off balance and in direct line of sight for a gut punch.

In quick thinking, he used his blade to block the Spirit-infused fist and managed to avoid having his ribs broken more than they already were and instead was just flung to the other side of the library.

“You're half-assed Spirit isn't a match for mine!” The Baron or Vice Captain mocked. “Your Spirit is rendered weak by your reliance on magic, no training or honing can fix a tainted one like you!” He drew his blade and released another slash infused with spirit that flew towards Ben.

The Prince quickly erected a blood wall to defend himself but it was nullified by the power of the Spirit. The slash cut through his defense and into his chest as he cried out in pain.

“Face it, you half-assed Prince.” Hemming walked over menacingly and stepped on the Prince’s chest. “You think yourself special? You're just useless!” He stabbed his blade downward, aiming for the Imperial’s heart but Ben did not allow himself to go down that easily.

He used his hands and caught the blade in his palms. Holding it tightly, preventing it from reaching his chest.

“Fuck off.” Ben cursed and the blood from his injured palms climbed the sword in an instant and turned into little needles that pierced through the Vice Captain’s shoulder.

The blood rose so quickly that the Vice Captain couldn't release his spirit fast enough. He backed away, holding his shoulder, and leaving his sword behind as Ben let it clatter to the side.

“You bastard.” The Vice Captain scowled.

Ben stood up from the rubble. His body, cut and bruised and bleeding all over. 

Ben relaxed and calmed his breathing. He felt the blood on his body flow through his veins as it rushed to heal him at a faster rate.

He tried going down the rubble but he stumbled down. His leg hasn't recovered from earlier as well. He was gravely injured and had no time to heal in between. He cursed his own life and glared at his opponent ahead of him.

“So they never sent the likes of you to the front lines huh?” Ben spat.

“Of course! Wouldn't want the Empire to see how strong we actually are.” The Vice Captain smirked. “We hid our blades and let you relish your so-called victories. Let the Empire relish in your false glory.”

“Was it all a lie?”

“Hardly, the Kingdom did lose most of the infantry in the false war,” The Vice Captains shrugged, “but they were the powerless weaklings who didn't carry unwavering loyalty for the Kingdom.”