Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega Chapter 116: The Dark prince

"Chill." I discreetly took a step towards him, glancing around the empty hall to be certain there were no maids around.

He watched , like a scared dog, trying to know what I’m doing. "Your tattoos are beautiful," I closed the distance between us, making certain that I didn’t walk fast.

He watched until I got close to him and touched him. He froze but didn’t step back, and that made fully touch him. I traced the wolf on his back, following the body until I got to a beautiful waterfall.

"How did you get this one?"

"I was the one who discovered it three years ago." He answered, knowing exactly what I was asking him about.

"Wow."

"The number of tattoos on our body signifies our strength. Mine is the number of tis I have gone on a successful hunt." His voice got dim a bit.

"Wow."

That explains why the other prince only had three wolves.

"One of your brothers only has three wolves and he —"

"Benda?"

"Hmm."

"He’s a coward." He growled, resuming his walk.

"And Storm? He has enough tattoos on his body." I tried to know the secret of the ones on Storm’s body.

Once more, he froze in his steps, visibly swallowed before he continued on his walk, without answering my questions. But I can tell he looked scared.

Why is he scared of his brother?

I didn’t try to know the reason because I knew he might not answer , or it will an I get to give cold shoulders once more.

We passed more maids before we got to a door. "That’s where the kitchen is. I hope you enjoy your al," he turned to go, but I held his hand and stopped him.

"Will I see you again?" I wasn’t about to say goodbye without knowing if I will get to see him again.

He stayed silent before he sighed, sounding defeated, "If you wish to see , ask any guard for my garden." He smiled at before he headed down the hall, while I watched him, trying not to smile.

He might be the opposite of the Sky at Dark Moon, but he’s still the sa, just with a different personality.

I turned and knocked on the door, and it was opened by a maid. Her eyes imdiately went to my face, and they widened slightly before she bowed, "my prince said you will be here long ago, but you —"

"Storm?"

She nastily nodded with her eyes so wide, it looked a bit comical. There was obvious fear in those orbs as she looked like she was about to bolt.

"Yes!" She widely opened the door, inviting into the kitchen. There were chairs arranged to form a little dining. It was where she motioned to go.

The other maids watched with wide eyes, staring at as if they were sohow expecting to jump up and attack them. I was served roasted at with mashed potatoes and soup, which I gulped down like a starved man —which I am.

After my al, I rested a bit before I left the kitchen, asking for directions from the maids who were still staring at like I sohow got two heads.

I strode through the halls, keeping to the direction the maids pointed out to , and trying not to get lost. I just can’t let what happened earlier repeat because I doubt I will find another Sky to help . And I don’t have the strength to converse with Fan, who is likely going to put through another long conversation.

"Brys!"

I turned at the sound of my na, knowing who it was calling .

Ray smiled when my eyes t his as he hurried towards , "where have you been? I went to the room to pick you up to have breakfast, but you were not there. And when I ca for lunch, I was told that you had already left." He fell in line with as I continued with my walk.

"Oh, I was too hungry that I had to step out to eat." I smiled at him, rubbing my now full stomach.

"How did you find the way? Were you helped by any guard?" He glanced at my clothes, furrowing his eyes a bit as if to ask how I got to wear such a cloth when I wasn’t dressed this way when we last saw each.

"No, I was helped by Sky."

He froze at my words, gaping at as if I said I went to space and back without a spacecraft.

"You t the mute prince?" He slowly asked, still shocked by it all.

"Mute prince? Why the hell will you call him that?"

The Storm I t was definitely not mute. He spoke to , and we conversed throughout our walk.

"He’s a silent one." Ray sighed, "he hardly says a word, growling and keeping his distance. He’s almost the sa as Storm had it not been for Storm’s love for bloodshed."

"But we spoke! He helped ."

"Sky? Are you sure you t the right prince? You must have t May! He’s the only friendly prince. Benda is a douche, and the other one? He’s the dark prince."

"Dark prince? How many are they?" I stared at him, shocked by his words.

"Five —Storm, Benda, Sky, May, and the dark prince. I don’t know his na, and I’m not concerned about that because all I have heard about him is nothing good." Ray looked like he didn’t wish to speak of the Dark prince, but his words made eager to know who the prince he was speaking of was.

He was likely the one who tried to assassinate Storm on our way here.

"Have you t him?" I peered at him, trying to get more entails on the dark prince and who he is.

"No, I haven’t, and I don’t wish to do that. I will warn you to stay away from him." He glanced around the place before he leaned in, "never step foot in the North wing. It’s his sanctuary."