The distance between Red Sky city and Vily city was shorter than the distance between Vily and Bishnigam. The army of Bloodfang reached first.
"You ca earlier than expected," Feroza said to his son.
"Yes father, soone had told to prepare the army beforehand." Mirza said and looked at his son.
Everyone understood who that soone was. "Did the prince already predict the possible move enemies would make?" Jani asked, there was surprise and admiration in his words.
"I didn't predict that there will be a coalition army but I knew that Warborn will bring its entire army once they get the news. Concealing the news of our attack was impossible in the first place, I thought they'll know when we will attack Foham, Bishnigam was a bonus as per my plans." Ezra stated.
"Really! But, your majesty, you said the opposite when we were attacking." Maria spoke.
Ezra chuckled. "I lied to make you focus on the work, a slight distraction in your mind would have disturbed the outco."
Supernovas were shocked, they didn't whether they should laugh or worry about their prince's sches.
"Father, did you bring the entire army?" Asked the prince.
"Yes, even more. Many residents and retired soldiers joined the army when they heard about the war. After all, it is our first large war since that ti. A war that can change the bloodfang kingdom."
Ezra nodded and spoke after pondering a bit. "I have gifts for martial masters."
Mirza questioned. "What kind of gifts, Ezra?"
"Armants" he replied.
"Oh, that's surprising. Should we call supernovas in a separate room to bestow upon them the gifts?" Feroza suggested.
The prince shook his head "Not just supernovas, every martial master." He corrected.
"Did I hear that right, grandson? You an for all seven thousand and sothing!"
"Yes."
The masses beca quiet, they couldn't believe what they heard. "I'll be in the eting room. Send all martial masters one by one, with supernovas at last. Father, Grandfather, co with ." Ezra uttered.
The trio entered the room and the martial masters made a long line, with supernovas managing them. Nobody made a ruckus or broke the rhythm.
A young man ca inside, and Ezra recognized him. He was one of the three youths who received a 6th-grade spirit. The youth bent his knee, "Zulfi Dimitry greets the royal family."
"Raise your head, Zulfi," Ezra said, he was the one to talk, and the current and forr king quietly enjoyed the scene.
"What type of weapon do you like?" Prince asked.
The youth looked at Mirza Zephyr and inquired. "Your highness, what kind of sword do you use? I heard that you were once a famous swordmaster."
The king smirked "Haha, I still am, young man. But it would be best if you choose the weapon of your taste."
"I always admired you and wanted to learn from you, I will use the sword of your taste, please do not reject my sincere request, your highness."
King smiled and said. "A long and sharp sword with an acute head."
The werewolf prince remained quiet for a while before the bracelet of his glow, and a sword fell. The sword was reddish, an extrely sharp one that shocked even Mirza and Feroza.
Right after that mont, a set of complete armour ca out as well.
"The... these are mine?" Zulfi couldn't believe it and asked to confirm if it was true or prince is pulling a prank on him.
"Yes it's yours, wear them up and send another one on your way out." The prince's words were short and precise.
The boy wore it in front of the 3 generations of the royal family, and the air around him changed drastically, just by wielding them he understood what was given to him, unparallel items for his age.
The boy nodded in respect and yelled out in joy. "I will always remain faithful to Bloodfang, every single drop of my blood belongs to the royal family!"
"Chill, young man, we are werewolves, not vampires." Ezra pulled a joke, but Zulfi's resolution was firm.
He bowed and moved towards the outside when he heard the king's voice. "Your na js Zulfi, right?"
Zulfi quickly turned his head, "Yes, your highness"
"I will teach you about swordplay after we win this battle, do your best to survive, you are a crucial individual to our kingdom's future."
Hearing the praise from the king of their proud kingdom, Zulfi's fervour raised high. He bowed again and went outside with a happy face, everyone outside could see his 32 teeth, that's how wide his smile was.
"That weapon you gave was a special tier, am I right?" Feroza asked.
"Yes, it was."
"And you gave it to a subject, our royal family doesn't have a single special weapon and you gave such priceless to a cultivator. At least give it to supernovas."
Before Ezra could speak, Mirza intervened. "Two things to say father, one, he has a 6th-grade spirit just like you and supernovas, he is no less precious than them. And other is, if your grandson is giving such treasures to youngsters then he must have sothing in mind for supernovas and maybe... better armants for the royal family. I believe him more than I believe myself, it is he who made us what we are today."
"I didn't think of that, no wonder my old friends used to say I have brawls, not the brain, haha" Feroza guffawed and as soon as his laughter stopped he looked at his son.
"You suffered a lot, Mirza. This old man couldn't do anything back then, but you managed to overco it, I am proud to have such a son and grandson. You are a hero to our people, this young man admired you like a saviour. You have proved yourself a successful king, I believe." Feroza said to his offspring.
On which, Ezra uttered. "You are no less, grandfather."
"Naah, my era is gone. I am a nobody now." He denied it, another one ca in the middle of their chatter.
The next to co in was a 6'4 tall, bulky youngster. "Ohh, that's a promising one," Feroza comnted.
The youth didn't bow and kept looking at Canine Fists with his mouth agape.
"I think I rember you, you are that guy who didn't kneel when I ca," Feroza said to the man, he was none other than Argus Woska.
"Grandfather, this man idolises you and fights with bare hands or gauntlets," Ezra spoke on Argus' side.
"Huh! Really? It's an honour to see such a young talented one walking on the path of real manhood."
"You... you are alive!" Argus spoke in disbelief.
He took hesitant steps towards Feroza to touch him, the old man was smiling and Mirza was calm. However, black bolts flickered.
~CRACKLE~
"BEHAVE YOURSELF." Ezra was pissed, unlike his father and grandfather. He was trained to give priority to his intelligence rather than emotions, what Argus was doing may seem cute to Feroza and Mirza but it was blasphemy against the imperial family according to the kingdom's law.
The other reason why the two n were calm was that they were at the Foundation Establishnt stage, none in the Bloodfang was powerful enough to lay a harmful finger on them. Not even supernovas combined, that's the power differences of stages.
Argus ca to his senses, he struck his head down to the ground. "I am sorry, I am ready to receive the punishnt."
"Don't cross the line next ti, now, tell what kind of weapons you like," Ezra said to him in a calm voice.
"It-it's gaunt..."
"A set of arm-length gauntlets, spacious around joints to not hinder movents and a light armour, strong enough to eat blows and light enough to move freely, with no cloak," Feroza said.
Ezra looked at Argus who nodded, bracelet blood and Silver Gauntlets ca out with armour, the armour was not a set but different pieces rged into one.
Ezra ordered and Argus wore it, he bowed and turned to move out. "Shit shit shit, what the heck I was doing. King, Prince and Sir Canine Fists were there and I did a such stupid thing, I wish I could restart this and talk with Sir Canine Fists. I lost my only chance." Regretful thoughts invaded his mind.
"Hey, big boy!" Feroza said.
Argus flinched, and he pivoted quickly. "Ye-yes, your majesty..."
"Do you want to learn from ?"
Argus was bewildered. "Huh! No no, your majesty."
"What?" Feroza was surprised.
"What?! What did I say?" The already confused youth beca more confused.
"Be prepared, I will teach you about fistfights after we win this battle, do your best to survive, you are a crucial individual to our kingdom's future."
"Yes yes, your majesty. I will do my best." He said and went out.
Mirza looked at his father and squinted his eyes.
"What?" Feroza retorted.
"You copied my words, father," Mirza replied.
"When?"
"Just now, the words you said to Argus."
"That young man asked to teach him about fistfights and I said yes, when did I copy your words? You heard him asking too, right grandson?"
Ezra nodded. "Yes grandfather, I heard him loud and clear begging you to teach him."
"See, he heard it. And you are my son, you copy not vice versa."
"Yes dad, my mistake, I'm sorry
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