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Here's the next chapter of "Kingdom". Yes, I'm updating so fast, I know that. Well...what do to? Now it's the only way to keep myself busy *Sighs*

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The three were standing, having the whole secret safe-house in front of their eyes. Skyscraping trees were girdling the area, erecting their leaf-covered heads up, looking above. White and pink flowers were falling down from thick-rooted ones. They were blowing with the gentle breeze of Nippon. Yellow, orange, white and black butterflies were sitting on full-blossomed roses, pouring their string-like legs into them in order to savor the sweetened liquid. Behind the trees, there were different sizes of hills. From the highest one, a cataract was flowing down into a creek. Hazes were overshadowing its grass-lidded apex. The aroma of ripe and succulent fruits hanging from the branches tickled the nostrils of the stern Russian princes. There were huts made of straws and wood. From them, the chirpy words of children and satisfied voice of women could be heard. Some children were chasing the butterflies. Seeing them, honey-voiced birds flew away, getting the hint that they were going to be the next. Nobody was frightened or worried. Seeing them, who could say that they'd witnessed the rampages of demons on the previous day?

"Sir..."

Hearing the voice of one of his companions, the bald man eddied to him. The slate-haired Russian's face was looking determined, so were his amethyst orbs.

"We want to go there without wasting any moment," He pointed at the loftiest knoll, "It's the place from where the whole camp can be guarded."

"Good thought, prince Kai," Dickenson grinned, "You may go there."

"Thanks." Bowing, the dual-haired prince gestured his cousin. Nodding, the redhead followed him. The great sage watched them going. As they disappeared behind the bushes, the castle girls stopped there, passing by the huts.

"Look!" The Spaniard indicated, "Sage Dickenson has arrived here."

The guardian looked back at the girls. Seeing him, the young ladies approached him and gently bowed. The navy-haired guy was moving his spear, rotating his wrist in a crisscrossed path, just at a distance of a couple of yards. Noticing the small concourse, he felt curious. He turned the harpoon closer to his face, positioning it vertically. That sounded like cutting the airstream.

"Greetings, Sir," Hilary raised her head, with her lips curved into a buttery smile.

"Be blessed, my girl," Stanley affectionately patted her head. He glimpsed all over her serene face, gleaming with the holy beams of hopes, courage and good luck. Her garnet pools were occupied with the elations and blisses that were spreading all over the ecosphere of the safe area. It was heavier than the heavy security given both by the bald sage and the nature.

"So, you're the one who has filled the hermitage with the vibes of optimisms and happiness, aren't you?" Dickenson's face was looking mollified, "I've given them only compact safekeeping. Whereas, you've done what should have been done before a long time. You've given them the inner peace which they need the most."

Blushing, the brunette bowed while the others behind her were smiling, looking at one another.

"How did you arrive here, princess?" Dickenson asked, "Have you faced any problem on your way?"

"No, Sir, thanks..." Hilary shook her head, "Actually, father and mother wanted to send us to your old abbey. We were also eagerly wishing to meet you. But reaching there, we got to know the bad news. We are extremely sorry for what happened with your colleagues, co-workers and students. Sir, don't worry. You've us right by your side. We'll try our best to help you in this situation."

"I am ready too, great sage," The dragoon-wielder strode forward as the girls moved a bit, giving him space, "I was just waiting for your approval. Right now, I'm sending a letter to the palace, requesting his Majesty to send a skilled and well-trained battalion here."

"Thank you so much, Granger-kun," Stanley gently rejected, "But you don't have to do it now. I've already brought two skillful warriors from Russia."

The brightened face of the dragoon-wielder dimmed down as though the dark vapors of rain had covered the enlightening moon in the night sky. However, someone's face was vivified, her ruby pools showing the excitement.

"Where are they?" She inquired, unable to be patient anymore.

"There, on the hill," The hairless man marked the highland from whose vertex the only source of water for the refugees was touching mother earth, "Kai and Tala didn't want to waste any moment. That's why, they've gone there for starting training and guarding you all. If you came here a bit ago, you might get to meet them."

As the brunette heard the name starting with "K", her heart pounded. An awkward pulsation rose there. She gasped, looking down. She felt the temperature of her ears elevating. The color started spreading beneath her fair skin of her cheeks.

Flashback:

The king narrated, "But his grandsons are very responsible, just like the first member of their clan. Particularly, the only son of Voltaire's son, Kai Hiwatari, is improving a lot. He is educated, strong, intelligent, brave, honest but kind, dutiful and enriched with morals and values. The people of Russia can see their future ruler inside him."

When the name chimed into her ears, the brunette again closed her eyes and inhaled profoundly. The name arrived at the doorway of her heart, bringing a gust of the airstream, belonging to peace and harmony. She tried to picture the owner of the name on the canvas of her neuron cells but failed.

"Kai is quite different from his grandfather and other cousins," Hayashi continued explaining, "His teachers praise him a lot. Though he is a prince, he works hard and serves his mentors and comrades. He takes care of animals, birds and plants in the learning center. He is calm and collected. He doesn't blabber unnecessarily. But when he talks, listeners feel as if they were hearing any holy chant."

"Our Hilary is also very caring, uncle Hayashi," The Spanish princess supported her cousin, "She is a princess but she looks after everything around her. She knows cooking different delicious items which can't be prepared even by our maids and chefs. When she waters the plants of our garden, flowers blossom rapidly. Even though she's a girl, she is training herself in the skills of battles and horse-riding. She can also be a great queen in future."

"I know, Juli," Hayashi smiled, "Hilary tries a lot to be a good princess and she succeeds always in that. That's why I am educating you, girls. Remember, a nation can never progress unless she educates her sons and daughters equally. If there is no system of female education and empowerment in a nation, she will never be developed."

Those discussions filled with knowledge couldn't satisfy the youngest member in the room. She was feeling bored. Yawning, she queried, "Father, how old Prince Kai Hiwatari is?"

Sensing her question, everybody in the room burst out laughing. Panting, the royal-blue haired girl questioned her back, "Why? Do you like him?"

"Yes," The purplette cutely pouted, "He's a good prince."

"Girls, don't argue," The king smiled, "Actually, he's not very old. He's only eight months older than Hilary."

Gulping, the brown-head lowered her gazes. In her short life of eight years, she had never felt this feeling. She didn't know what the feeling was called. Her breaths were being unsteady. Butterflies were humming in the orchard of her territory. Flowers were playing with those beautiful arthropods. Their fragrance was spreading all over her manor. Raising her eyes, she looked at the flower plants kept in their balcony. Two ebony-colored bumble-bees had sat on two white jasmines. On other days, she would send them away. But on that day, she did nothing but staring at them without blinking.

Flash forward:

Her eyes reached the cliff where the warriors were supposed to be. No, they couldn't penetrate the impregnable barriers of vapors created due to the flows of the enormous waterfall. Yet, they kept trying.

"Hil?" Keeping a hand on her shoulder, the female blunette asked, "What are you trying to see or watch there?"

Moving to the royal blue-haired girl, the Japanese princess smiled. Then, she spoke, "Nothing, Mariam. The prayer is about to end. Women and children must be waiting. Let's go to the kitchen."

"Sure." Chortling, Mariam went back. The brunette also followed her, not before gazing once again at the hill. Her heart was yearning for unearthing the hidden mysteries behind the hazes. Her mind was ardently willing to have the glimpse of the vividness concealed behind the vague objects. Then again, sacrificing her wishes for the refugees, she trailed her comrade.

Only the particular indigo-haired guy saw it. He clasped his fingers with his thumbs in rage. Automatically, his eyes went down, set on his feet. For the first time in his life, he was feeling betrayed. He was feeling humiliated.

'Why, sage Dickenson?' He questioned silently but forcefully piercing the ground with the javelin, 'Why have you done it? Since when did Japan start needing the supports from the foreigners? Aren't we capable enough? Aren't we united? Aren't we strong? Yes, right? Then why? Why have you stopped believing me? I'm Tyson Granger, the guardian of the sacred azure dragon of the east. A lot of times...a lot of times I've saved Japan from her enemies. Then why today?'

"Tyson!" The purple-haired girl yelled, "Why are you roaming there like a vagabond? Come here and help us!"

'God, they won't let me complain even...' He facepalmed, responding, "Coming!"

The chocolate-haired girl was heading towards the kitchen, holding a round skep basket in which there were some oranges and apples. Suddenly, she heard someone weeping. Frowning, she turned at the direction of the sound.

"I missed you a lot, sister!" A typical Japanese guy embraced a young woman before the eyes of the princess, "I'm so glad that you've finally returned to Japan."

"Yes," Wiping the tears and releasing her brother from the hug, the refugee nodded, "But, my heart ached when I was leaving Russia. It's the land where I was born, brought up, married and widowed."

"Don't be sad, Mikoto," The brother gently squeezed her shoulders, "Let bygones be bygones. Now, let's go to the hut."

In front of the awestruck vision of the Japanese princess, the brother-sister duo went somewhere. Hilary felt so overwhelmed that she couldn't call them back or ask them any question. On the paper of her memories, a few lines from a book that she had read before a few days rose up, reminding her of one of the cruelest cultures of the iciest kingdom of the world.

'She told her brother that she was a widow,' Hilary pondered, 'Then...how's she still alive? Someone must have been there...someone who saved her life...'

Moving around, she saw a few white stallions fastened to a banyan tree. Those animals were absorbed in grazing, closing their eyes in comfort. On their foreheads, the tattoos of vermillion birds were painted. Those phoenixes were spreading their wings, trying to capture the world into their hugs. She felt as if fire had been burning on their silvery temples.

'The phoenixes are seeming familiar, don't know why,' Hilary mused, 'Have I...have I ever seen them?'

"These horses belong to them," A kid pointed at a redhead who was busy in viewing the natural beauty of the camp.

"Then I'll go and ask him." Hilary rushed towards the guy at whom the child had directed. His back was facing the princess of Japan. Slowing down, she cleared her throat and asked, "Excuse me?"

The crimson-haired Russian rotated to her, wrinkling his eyebrows because he wasn't expecting to be called by a girl at that time. Somehow, trying to normalize his expressions, he responded, "Yes?"

"Are you from Russia?" She asked as her stares descended a bit.

"Yes," He nodded, "I'm Tala Valkov, one of the princes of Russia."

"Nice to meet you, prince Valkov," Hilary bowed, "I'm Hilary Tachibana, the princess of Japan."

"Nice to meet you too, princess Tachibana," Tala spoke, "Have you come to me with a view to doing or knowing something?"

"Yes," The brunette waggled, "Just now, I saw a lady here who was saying that she had come from Russia. She also said that she'd been widowed."

"So?"

"Before a few days, I was reading a book," She acknowledged, "There, it was written that childless widows are immolated in Russia, be them Russians or non-Russians by birth. Then...how come..."

Smirking a bit, the wolf placed the spear on a nearby bench. Then, he spoke, "Princess, all credits go to my cousin, Kai Hiwatari."

That name... again... again the girl felt her cheeks getting warm, hearing the combination of those three letters. She stammered, "K...Kai Hiwatari?"

"Yes, you've heard it right, princess," Tala affirmed, "He didn't only save the woman but also banned the culture from Russia forever."

Hilary felt her heart swirled once in joy. Her eyes started glittering with the tears of delight. Unexpectedly, they got closed, failing to carry the weight of the overflowing emotions of the coco-haired princess. Her lips molded the blooming smile of rejoice.

"He's the best of all the warriors of Russia...err, the world," The redhead was carrying on, "Before a few days, he has overthrown a bunch of demons who attacked Russia. You know, princess, he's like a pine-apple, Filled with spikes from outside but sweet juice from inside. Believe it or not, he's the kindest person that I've seen ever."

"I see..." Hilary asked, "You're much fond of your cousin, aren't you?"

The wolborg-wielder glanced all over the area, not answering to her question immediately. Then, almost inaudibly, he spoke, "Shush! Don't let anyone learn it, princess. If Kai gets to know it, he'll keep taunting me till my last breath."

"Really?" The brunette frowned, "But why?"

"He thinks that I was born only for being a headache to him," Tala sighed, "But deep inside, I care for him. That's why I didn't want to leave him alone in Japan. Actually, he's like that. If you meet him once, you'll also fall in love with him."

Hilary gasped as the waves of those words tinged her ears. It was again her turn to get reddened in the tint of infatuation. Though the sun was in the mid-sky then, she felt as if the crimson glow of the head of the solar family had been using her face as a mirror. A placid breeze blew through her untied hair, making it dance a bit. Her bangs somewhat covered her eyes as she got them down.

"Pardon me, princess," Tala coughed, "I didn't mean that."

Let him mean whatever, the coco-haired princess had already been lost in the thoughts of whom she had never seen during her 19-year long lifetime. Getting her senses back somehow, she raised her head and smiled, expressing that she hadn't felt bad a bit.

"Princess, I've to go now," The redhead bade, "See you later."

Nodding, Hilary bade him gently. Again, she looked at the sky where the peak of the tallest hummock was intending to reach. She tried to sketch the unknown warrior on the canvas of her mind. Suddenly, her imaginary brush stopped since she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. Turning back, she discovered the dual-haired Spaniard whose eyebrows were wrinkled.

"Hil!" She snapped, "What were you doing here?"

"Nothing," Hilary shook her head, beckoning at the basket, "Look, I've already collected the fruits. Let's go."

"Hmm...let's go." Julia nodded as Hilary accompanied her.

The kitchen wasn't like the royal one, not large or facilitated. Two or three clay stoves were under a bamboo-made kiosk whose roof was made of straws and jute fibers. Inside it, on a few ligneous benches, the earthen, wooden and bamboo utensils were kept. In baskets, there were fruits and vegetables. The princesses were working there together.

"Ugh!" The younger brunette expressed her annoyance, while fanning around the burner, "Why do these things produce so much smoke?"

"Relax, Charlotte," Dew smiled, while peeling the oranges, "It's not our castle, remember. So...we have to struggle a bit, don't we?"

"Dew is right, Charlotte-chan," The Spanish princess was getting the rice pot down from another hotplate, "Didn't you hear how lavishly sage Dickenson and other refugees were praising us?"

"We haven't come here with a view to getting praised, Juli."

All the royal girls looked at the female blunette. Her cloths were different from the previous set that she'd been wearing. Her evening blue hair was also wet, blobs of water seeping from her strands, touching her cheeks and chin. She was wiping her hair with a cotton towel.

"Mariam!" Julia rushed to her, placing the pot on the ground, "Why is your hair so wet? You took a bath earlier, didn't you?"

The royal-blue haired girl didn't reply. Instead of that, she sheepishly snickered, ogling at the ground. Invisible vermillion got sprinkled on her cheeks.

Flashback:

"Oww!"

The blunette quivered a bit, feeling tickled as the silver fish playfully flapped its tail, trying to have some fun with its feeder by sprinkling some water at her. She also scattered some grains in the lake.

"Silvy, are you flirting with me?" The girl mocked, frowning, "Not a good girl you are, you know."

"Splash!"

She was expecting only a few droplets of water on her body. More than her imagination, a whole tidal wave hit her, literally flinging the Japanese girl on the shoreline.

"Ouch!" Mariam stroked her knees, "Slivy, I was just joking! Oh wait...Silvy is a small fish. How could she create a large splash?"

"It's me."

Baffled, she looked at the mere. From its depth, someone rose like a volcano, spattering more water. He slyly grinned as his pearly teeth flickered a bit. Globules of pure hydronium oxide oozed down from his golden bangs. His baby blue orbs gleamed, having the sight of the blunette.

"Max?!"

Her jaw dropped and eyebrows became screwed. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he have been supposed to help Tyson guard the area?

"Aah...now it's called relief," The American deeply exhaled, wiping his temple, "Guess what? My soul has already calmed down."

"Maxie, it's not fair at all!" Mariam pouted, placing her palms on her waist, "Look, you've scared my fishes."

"Let your fishes go to hell," Max shook his head which showered several globs of the universal solvent, "Tyson gave me such a hardcore lesson of spear-throwing. I'm fully sweaty now."

"Let your spear go to hell!" Like a lioness hopping on her prey, Mariam dashed forward and jumped in the lake, originating another huge squish. Her head got thumped on the well-built chest of the hyped boy as he embraced her shoulders firmly so that he couldn't fall back. His sapphires met her emeralds, her blue silk strands collided with his hyperbolic jaw. She also wrapped her arms around his torso to prevent her falling back.

Suddenly, the gusts of wind became stronger, blowing more speedily. Tiny waves appeared on the lake surface. She shivered, clutching his body more tightly to get some warmth. He also pulled her towards him. The flurries watched them quietly, not wanting to bother them. Moments passed, dry leaves fell from the trees. The school of fish swam in the lake and they remained busy in discovering love into each other's eyes.

Not loosening the hug, the hyperactive American drew his mouth closer to her. His hot breaths tickled her skin. She quivered again, shrinking. She remembered Charlotte's words:

"You're so sweet, Mariam. Then why is brother Max afraid of you?"

Unknowingly, she closed her eyes. Seeing her condition, the blonde sniggered.

Who was afraid now, huh?

"Mariam! Where are you?"

She gasped as her name was called. She looked at the eyes of the American. Only worries and fears were there in those jade orbs. Understanding, Max nodded. Clutching her, he lunged inside the loch with her. They held their breaths firmly, seizing each other's body. Their eyes were wide-open beneath the translucent surface, eyeing each other.

"She should've been here to feed the fishes," A feminine voice spoke wearily, "But no, she isn't here. God knows where the girl is..."

As the sound of the footsteps wasn't heard by them anymore, they got up, sighing in relief. However, when she again looked at him, the relief vanished. She felt her heart drumming. He smirked at that.

Why? Could he listen to her heartbeats?

My heart tells me...oh my love,

It's someone, then vanishes like a restless dove,

The body you are, I'm your shadow

If you aren't here, I won't also do.

"I've to go now," After a long pause, Mariam got on the shore, "They're waiting for me."

Not bothering to turn behind, she was about to go. However, she stopped, only being called by the American.

"Don't you want to know why I dove in the lake?"

"Is it a question of asking?" The blunette grouched, "You were sweaty from your top to bottom, that's why you wanted to take a bath. You yourself told me this before a while."

"I told you and you believed?"

Tiny arthropods started fluttering inside her stomach. She nodded somehow, yet afraid to face him. He smirked, passing by her. Stopping by her ear, he whispered:

"Because I feel jealous when the fishes try to flirt with you, Mari-chan."

She couldn't stand there for a single moment hearing that. She stormed forward, her soaked feet smit the ground, engraving her footprints there. No matter whether her body borrowed the speed of her heart or her heart kept dancing with the rhythm of her feet, she didn't care. Behind her, there was the blond boy, kneeling down on the earth and observing her tracks.

Flash forward:

"Hey!" Julia waved a hand in front of her dreamy eyes, "Why aren't you answering? What happened to you?"

Backing to the reality, Mariam somehow spoke, "No...nothing. Actually, I slipped in the lake. That's why, I needed to change my cloths."

"How careless could you be, Mariam?" The Spanish poked her arm, "Where were you lost?"

"Ouch!"

Their heed broke as the brunette whimpered. One of her hands was holding a sharp knife. From the index finger of another one, a droplet of blood was dripping.

Once upon a time, the court ladies got their fingers bled after having the glimpse of Prophet Yousuf (AS). Here, the princess did that without seeing the face of her prince charming even.

"Hilary!" All rushed to her. Holding her finger, the Spaniard asked, "How has it happened?"

"I was cutting the apple," Hilary showed the sliced fruit, "Suddenly...don't know how..."

"Unbelievable!" Julia cocked an eyebrow, "You're always so conscious and careful. How could you..."

"Oni-chan, you alright?" Dew worriedly asked, placing a hand on her shoulder while Mariam was washing her wound with water.

"Hmm..." The brown-haired girl didn't respond. Inside her neurons, the dialogues of the wolf-prince were resonating.

"If you see him, you'll also fall in love with him."

"What happened, Hil?" Now, the Spanish girl seemed annoyed, "At first, Mariam drenched herself completely and you're behaving weary! You alright?"

"Don't worry, I am," Hilary smilingly nodded, "Remember? Before a few days, I was reading a book and talking to you about a culture of Russia?"

"Oh yes, remembered," Mariam spoke, "There, when a childless married man dies, his wife gets sacrificed, right?"

"Hm," The brunette affirmed, "Here, while returning from the trees after plucking fruits, I saw a lady who'd returned from Russia with the warriors. She is a childless widow. Yet, she's alive."

"Really?" Dew frowned, "But how, Oni-chan?"

"Prince Hiwatari has not only saved her but also banned the entire culture," The princess blushingly spoke, "I was just thinking about him...I mean...such kind-hearted persons are still here."

"Wow!" Julia exclaimed, "Now I'm craving for meeting those warriors."

"Have you ever seen the height of the hill?" Mariam pointed, "Your back will ache like hell."

"Hmm...this is a logic..." The dual-haired girl murmured.

"But..."

Everybody looked at Hilary who was about to say something.

"We should meet such a person, be it once in our lifetime, shouldn't we?" She proposed. Her ruby orbs were waiting for the response, "What about going to that cliff tomorrow morning?"

Their eyes sparkled as they nodded.

"Of course!"

The slate-haired prince was sitting on a rock, examining the sharpness of the arrows, touching their blades with his fingertips. Taking a pebble, he rubbed the projectile against the natural sharpener. A spark flew, he speeded his polishing.

"Still quarreling with your tools, lord Sourpuss?"

Placing the arrow on the ground, he moved back. There was the redhead, holding two earthen pots whose orifices were covered with the pieces of red and blue cloths. Some ancient artworks were painted on the pots.

"Worked a lot, didn't you?" Tala handed him the blue-covered pot, "You need to eat something now."

Kai stood up, taking the pot. They both sat on the grass-covered land, unfolding the cloth.

"Are the refugees alright?" The phoenix-prince asked as vapor rushed out of the container.

"More than alright, I think," The redhead smirked, "I've never seen so happy refugees in my life. Know what? One of the children was wanting to learn sword-fighting from me. I told him that I would teach them later."

'Surely someone is there...' He mused, 'Someone who can spread the fireflies of ecstasy and blessings when all conceal themselves beneath the obscurity of agonies. Someone who can melt the ice even without touching it. Well...how's he... or she? Do flowers blossom when the person touches the plants? When he...or she looks at the sky, does it rain?'

"Mmm..."

The slate-haired Russian looked back at his cousin who had already sunk his teeth in the rice ball, dipping it into the mustard sauce.

"Very simple food it is," The redhead remarked, "Yet delicious."

Placing the platter on the ground, the phoenix-prince strode in order to see the environment below the highland. The hazes had gone away before a while. Quite clear the scenery was. According to his eyes, on jute mats, children were sitting with wooden plates in front of them. Someone was serving them food. Well...she had waist-length hair in the shades of almonds and skin of peanuts. She was wearing a kimono in green and white. Sometimes, she was cupping the faces of children, pinching their cheeks or noses affectionately. The kids were giggling at it, seeming to enjoy her touches of love.

Forwarding the serving bowl to another woman, she was about to leave but without any reason, she stopped, again looking at the place where he was standing. Kai felt as if someone had stroked his cheek with her tender fingers. His heart almost skipped a beat...

"Kai?!"

The phoenix-prince winced, whirling back. Tala's eyes almost touched his eyebrows when he saw his cousin gritting his teeth.

"Aren't you going to have lunch?" The wolf questioned, "Or are you having a fast?"

Kai silently shook his head. Again, Tala got absorbed in eating. Looking downwards, he joined his cousin.

"Don't worry, Hilary," The navy-haired guy bumped his fist on his chest, "I'm here. I won't let a single mosquito enter the safe-house. You go to sleep and have sweet dreams. Good night."

"Thanks, Tyson. Good night." The brunette yawned, going back to her hut. Nightfall already covered the camp. Fireflies were sparkling, some tapers tied to the trees were ignited, giving the guards and nature some light. The humming of crickets could be heard. Coming in front of her shed, she stopped once again, throwing her gazes towards the mysterious peak. On it, there was a fireplace. A pale guy was sitting beside it. His face couldn't clearly be seen. She could only see his scarf blowing in the air. Was he watching her?

The white scarf...that reminded her of her dream. She felt to be stuck in a Déjà vu.

She kept standing there without taking a step. She kept looking at him without blinking. Her heart danced as the flames of the torches attached to the trees quivered, enlightening her mien. He stood up for seeing her clearly.

The shades of fire started being visible beneath her eyes. Covering her face, she ran back to the hut. His eyebrows got puckered seeing that. Was he being observed?

They both were being followed by the nature but it wasn't their concern, after all. Their concerns were something else.

Precap of the next chapter:

"Tala!" The phoenix-prince was also running behind his cousin, "Be careful!"

The wolf-prince didn't have much time to be careful. Even had he had, he wouldn't have cared. At that moment, his only goal was to capture the demon. He kept shooting the arrows at the intruder but unexpectedly, all his shots were missing the target again and again. They almost reached the edge of the cliff. Stopping on the verge, the monster disappeared like smokes. The red-haired Russian wasn't ready for that. His feet slipped, unable to maintain the balance of his body. He fell down, there was the absence of the ground under his feet.

The slate-haired Russian's eyes got widened in shock. In utter horror, he screamed, brokenly kneeling down on the ground:

"TALA!"

Hehehe...I'm evil, ain't I?

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