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"Generals, I'll leave everything else up to you all." Victor smiled as he grabbed a gun and a dagger, slipping it into the side of his pants.

"Your Highness, please be at ease. We will definitely complete your tasks." General Rykiel replied back as he nodded towards Victor.

"Mark, you ready?" Victor asked as he looked to his side.

Mark was grabbing a uniform and putting it on. Currently, they had just located some soldiers sent out from the palace. Victor had knocked out two soldiers before taking off their uniforms. Now, they were already dressed up in the blue uniforms with their identities attached onto them to show who they were.

The two soldiers, who had been stripped of their clothing, were held within General Noah and General Miende's arms.

"Yes," Mark said as he quickly buttoned up the buttons on his shirt. Dressed in blue, the cold glare from his eyes seemed to pop even more. Mark turned to look at Victor, quickly spending a quick minute to admire his figure.

In all honesty, Mark would've never chose to do such a mission. What he hated most was spending time with useless people. Now, he was suppose to be a soldier, most of all, one who patrolled the castle grounds. But, taking a look at Victor, he merely shook away his worries. Well, as long as Victor was there, it would be alright.

Victor could feel Mark's eyes linger on him and he couldn't help but feel delighted. "Then, it seems that we will have to set out now. Thank you for everything, I'll make sure to send news as soon as I can. Please tell my Father not to worry about anything, and please don't worry about my well-being. General Mark will be enough to protect me." Feeling a little mischievous, Victor couldn't help but wink towards Mark.

"Then, good luck to you, Your Highness and General Mark." General Noah sent them off with a farewell and encouragement.

Victor looked at the two horses in front of him. Although this world was more modernized with the technologies and such, horses were still used as transportation among soldiers of the castle. Well, it made sense since there weren't that many roads built in Y Nation either.

Victor mounted himself atop a horse as Mark also got on one. Then, they set off towards the heart of Y Nation, the capital, Aniline.





Victor came to a stop as he stood before the gates that lead to the castle of Y Nation. Mark, from behind him, got off the horse as two guards came towards them.

"Cards."

Victor hand them his and Mark's card. Taking a quick peek towards Mark, he gave him a silent warning.

The guard looks at their cards for a second before letting them in. "You may go. Leave the horses, another guard will come to pick them up."

Victor let go of the horse and walked inside. The castle was certainly big, much bigger than the one Allen and Rain lived in. But, no matter how big it was, Y Nation's citizens were starving themselves to death. All the moment went towards this castle.

Away from earshot, Mark was finally able to talk to Victor without having to worry. "It seems that this is the reason why so many citizens were wanting to revolt." Mark couldn't help but shake his head.

He had been to Allen and Rain's castle too many times. Their castle wasn't outrageously big, but Mark had always thought it was still befitting of their status. Now, looking at this enormous house that stood before him, he was a bit shock. The difference was that A Nation distributed a big amount of money towards public charities and event, while Y Nation used almost all of their money to build this castle.

Victor also couldn't help but shake his head. "We need to find a way to meet one of the princes of Y Nation. There should be two princes currently within the castle. The oldest is Prince Nile at age 18, and the youngest is Prince Will at age 10. Once we find one of them, our goal is to slowly get acquainted with them. Then, if we get their trust, we will reveal our identities and help them devise a plan to tale over the throne. Our safest bet is Prince Nile because he is the oldest and also the one that citizens praise most."

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