Chapter 347: Battle of Words (1/2)

XXXX Continent, Seraph Kingdom, at the royal training grounds.

”Shouldn't be training with your members for the war for the throne, Big Brother Arshe?” Vanadir let out a light yet mocking chuckle as he asked the man in front of him, taking on a cold yet serious tone. Nevertheless, his gaze towards the man was one filled with vigilance and slight combat intent.

Of course, the man in front of him couldn't care less as to whether how he was viewed. As a light grin appeared on his face, the man named Arshe replied, ”Normally, I should be doing that…but taking care of my younger brothers take precedence, no?”

”In any case, my people are already prepared for the war for the throne,” he continued, the grin on his face continuing to become bigger as a confident air surrounded him. He then shifted his focus towards the other people that came with Vanadir and asked, ”How about your ragtag team of fighters? Do you really think they could fight against my team on even grounds?”

Hearing how they were called, Valentia could not help but take a step forward in anger and shout at the black-clothed man, ”Hey, you! How dare you call us a ragtag team if you haven't even experienced our full powe—mngh!”

Unfortunately for her, before she could even finish her words, Griselle went ahead and cover her mouth as she leaned into her ear, whispering, ”Valentia, you do know who you're talking to, right?”

”Mmnnh…?” Valentia looked at Griselle with a gaze of slight curiosity as she let out a sound in response. Seeing that Valentia was as clueless as she knew her, Griselle could not help but let out an inward sigh as she sent a strand of energy to her, allowing a private conversation to take place.

”Fortunately, that guy thinks of us as inferior so he won't make a move on you,” Griselle said through her connection, prompting Valentia to ask, ”And that's actually a good thing? Are you really the Griselle I know?”

”Of course, I wouldn't act like this for no reason, Valentia,” Griselle replied before continuing, ”Didn't you hear what Vanadir called the man?”

”Big Brother Arshe?” Valentia said in response, only to become silent for a bit as not long after, an expression of realization soon appeared on her face. Her eyes widened in fear as she looked at the black-clothed man, who was looking at the two of them with a light grin still plastered on his face.

In an instant, Valentia knew why Griselle was acting like this, prompting her to tell her through their connection, ”You can let go of me now, Griselle. I already know what to do.”

Without hesitation, Griselle went ahead and removed her hand over Valentia's mouth, knowing very well that Valentia would now know what to say. Soon, the two of them looked at the black-clothed man with vigilance as they continued their conversation through the connection they had.

”Arshe Beliaris Seraph. To think that this guy is the Third Prince of our kingdom,” Valentia could not help but say with a sigh. Hearing her words, Griselle asked, ”Do you have a problem with him being a prince of the kingdom?”

”Of course, I do. Shouldn't princes be those that think of the kingdom and its citizens first before themselves?” Valentia replied, to which Griselle responded, ”Valentia, your image of a prince is too ideal. Sure, that may be the case, but not all princes have to show that kind of image.”

”I may just be beating around the bush by saying this,” Valentia said not long after, letting out a sigh once more before adding, ”I'm just infuriated that he's one of our opponents.”

While the two of them were conversing with one another, Arshe went ahead and looked at his brother in front of him with a grin still on his face as he asked, ”To think that the members you've chosen would be so brazen as to lash out at me. Do you really think such a team like that would win in the war for the throne?”

”Whether our team would win or not is not a matter of their personalities, Arshe. Take yourself as an example,” Vanadir said in response, maintaining a serious expression all throughout the conversation. Hearing how he was being called, Arshe could not help but become slightly furious as he hastily grabbed Vanadir by the neck, slowly lifting him up in the process.

Of course, Vanadir was not going to let Arshe do as he pleased. With that in mind, he then went ahead and asked, ”Are you really planning on trying to kill me, Arshe? You're really that confident that you wouldn't even hesitate to kill one of your brothers inside the palace?”

Naturally, Vanadir went ahead and said these words as loud as possible, even going so far as to use his slight mastery over the Wind element to make sure that a few people would be able to hear his words, even from far away.

”Tch.” Arshe could not help but click his tongue in slight annoyance, gradually releasing his grip around Vanadir's neck as the light grin on his face was now replaced with an expression of solemnity amidst rage. With a cold gaze, Arshe looked at the Ninth Prince and asked, ”How much would I need to pay you in order for you to join my alliance?”

”I wonder what made you brought up such a deal, big brother,” Vanadir said in response as the serious expression he had gradually turned into that of slight curiosity, all the while he was massaging his neck from the pain he felt.

”Think of it as me increasing my chances of winning, that's all,” Arshe said in response before asking once more, ”So, tell me. What price do I have to pay in order to win you over?”

”Are you really that adamant in bribing me in order to increase your chances of winning?” Vanadir asked, raising his eyebrow in the process. Seeing that his brother wouldn't be the one giving an initial offer, Arshe decided to take the initiative and raised all of his fingers up.

”10,000 gold coins?” Vanadir tilted his head for a bit before scoffing at the offer. ”Do you really think you can buy me over with just that much gold coins?”

”Who said each finger was equivalent to a thousand gold coins?” Arshe let out a slightly mischievous chuckle as he soon dropped a bomb on Vanadir and the others.

”Each finger here…is equivalent to a thousand platinum coins.”