Opposites Attract [BL]

Chapter 2 : I want to fight!

Chapter 2 : I want to fight!

"But your majesty, we're under attack!" The knight in armor yelled in fear as he informed the empress.

Emperor Rolian clenched his fists as he demanded, "Get the knights ready! Fire the cannons and evacuate the people! And do whatever it takes to protect the crown prince!"

"Yes, your highness." The knight bowed before taking his leave.

"Dad!" Priel complained, "I don't want to evacuate! It's so uncool and bo-" But, he was cut off.

"Silence, Priel!" Madan Astellia shushed him.

"Mom! I'm not some girl! I can fight! I literally practiced nothing but swordsmanship my whole life you know." Priel pouted and crossed his arms.

"I command you to silence, Priel!" Emperor Rolian demanded once more.

"... " That's when Priel remained silent.

"You have the right to remain silent, you are going to evacuate whether you like it or not. " Astellia explained, trying to keep calm.

"I have the right to remain silent? What am I? Getting arrested?" He scoffed.

"You will take that attitude out of your living body before I turn you into a corpse." His mother said firmly.

Priel opened his mouth to insult his own mother back when suddenly the sound of cannons firing, soldiers yelling and swords hitting shields were heard through the throne room doors.

Oh no.

The enemy managed to reach inside the castle.

Madam Astellia and Emperor Rolian grabbed their nearby weapons as Priel ran towards the hallway doors to escape.

Priel's parents charged towards the throne room doors and holding back the enemy knights while mentally praying that their son would be able to escape.

It was a long fight.

Plenty of lives were lost during this war.

Maybe, after generations the sacrifices that were made will be appreciated.

But that wasn't the only thing that happened.

A mysterious figure appeared, not a knight, not a maid, not a commoner but someone with a vaguely similar sword fighting style.

Just when everything, everyone was about to fail..

An unknown figure appeared within the fight. Not a knight, not a maid nor a commoner yet... the swordsmanship skills were vaguely similar to a certain person.

The figure was wearing a mask made off strong fabric which makes it look expensive, a black coat the wrapped around his entire physique, which did not reveal any skin of his body.

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Whoever they were, they swung that sword with might and strength, almost as if they carried the Hendrick name.... Wait-

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"Who is that?" One of the knights pointed at a mysterious figure wearing a black coat, dashing onto the rooftops with a silver sword gripped tight in his left hand.

The knight who pointed was ignored by the others who were occupied with fighting the enemy.

The figure jumped down and ambushed the enemy knights before taking out almost 6 of them.

Someone attacked him from behind, aiming for his neck but the cloth was so thick that the hood of the coat was cut, protecting his neck.

There, the hood flew by the wind and he turned around, only did the enemy realize that this wasn't an ordinary person.

Priel Hendrick.

He sliced his sword through that person's heart, making him fall to the ground.

Priel there in the battlefield as wind blew his hair and his coat. The knights were staring at him with inspiration.

His sword's glare hit their faces as the fresh scent of blood filled his nostrils.

"Where are my parents?" He spoke, firmly. Priel stated in a cold and firm tone, almost sounding like his mother, Astellia. He is truly the son of her indeed.

"The king and queen? Didn't they escape with you?" One of the knights asked as they loosened their grip on their sword.

"What." Priel looked like a madman.

The knights took a step back in fear and shivered. Some even imagined that face on Madam Astellia's face while some looked away, too chicken enough to face the gaze on Priel's face.

"Where. Are. My. Parents."

The knights gulped as they all hid their faces by looking away or looking down.

One had managed to keep their head up and yelled, alarmed.

"Crown Prince!" They yelled as one of the enemy had grabbed Priel my his wrists and taken him hostage.

"Drop your weapons!"