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Inside the wooden mantelpieces kept by both sides of the tent, straws were burning. The flames were destroying the dry hays and so the crackling pitch could easily enter the ears of the people. In the golden blazes, the red-bordered white sheets of the pavilion were seeming gorgeous as well as mysterious. With the support of strong ropes, they were fixed. Round shields and straight swords were attached to the fabric walls of the room. Arc-shaped windows could also be seen on them. Thanks to the burning torches, the shadows of the grazing horses inside the stable could easily be seen from it. Half-naked soldiers were looking after the beasts.
Pulling the hangings, from the tent, a lavender-haired girl came out. Her eyes were filled with concerns for someone or something. The inner part of her lower lip was between her teeth. Eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled. Her pentagon-shaped face was holding both a disturbed and a worried expression. The amethyst orbs were desperately searching for the lost being which was very precious to her.
"Pedro!" She yelled, her voice echoed across the camp, "Where are you?"
Trudging from tents to tents, she kept looking for it with her keen vision. Yet, the creature seemed cunning, able enough to deceive her scrutiny. Impatient, she increased the speed of her feet and started running here and there, calling out the name again and again. Seeing her, a negro maid dashed to her.
"What happened, my lady?" She bowed, "Are you searching for something?"
"Where's Pedro?" Not noticing her greetings, without bothering to face her, the lavenderette burst out, "Have you seen him?"
"Actually...Pedro..." The slave was stammering, not able to understand what to say. She was as baffled as her mistress.
That worked. This time, her furious pupils turned to the maid. The negro saw the purple conflagrations of fury dancing there. The Brazilian noblewoman gritted both her fangs and her fists. Gasping, the negro woman stepped back. She felt as if her mistress had been about to eat her out without cooking.
"You've lost him, haven't you?" In a cold voice, she wanted to know. The frost of her tone passed across the spine of the poor servant. She was on the verge of shedding tears.
"How careless could you be?!" Frankie exploded with wrath, "How could you fail to take care of him? Do you know how he can be at this moment? Can you guess where he is roaming at present?"
"But..."
"Pedro!" Not listening to the sub-ordinate, the royal woman kept calling out the name of the precious thing, roaming around the marquees. Soon, a couple of guards arrived there, holding sharp lances in their coal-shaded hands.
"Lady Frankie!" They spoke, "Looks like he has escaped."
The wrong thing they did. It only fueled the fire that'd been burning inside the heart of the purplette. Turning to them, she furiously shook her head.
"No!" She sternly negated, "He can never go anywhere leaving me here. Because...nobody on the earth loves him more than I do."
"Please, let it go, my lady..." The African girl begged, joining her hands and kneeling down on the sands, "It was nothing but a mere hamster. Why to waste your valuable time behind it?"
"Shut up!" Frankie screamed, earsplitting the fire-studded night, "Learn to address him with the proper pronoun, you bloody fool! He's not a mere hamster. He's Pedro. He's my Pedro!"
Calling out the name of the animal loudly, she was sprinting towards the exit of the camp area. The maid was also running behind her along with the Brazilian guards. The heart of the royal girl was beating fast. She couldn't lose her most favorite pet in this way. She could go anywhere in search of him.
Her feet stopped as her ogles caught the sight of the hamster. The brown rodent was playing with other tiny animals in the shades of black and white. With its upper incisors, it was nibbling the green grasses growing on the surface. Hopping playfully, it tried to sniff something in the air. Seeing her long-lost pet before her eyes safe and sound, tears started almost brimming there. A smile of relief filled her face with joys. Hurrying to it, she took it in her arms.
"Pedro!" She sighed in relief, "You have no idea wherever I have gone to find you. And you're..."
Unexpectedly, the smile from her face turned into vapors. Her expression turned stoic. Jealousy stormed across her lavender orbs. She cocked an eyebrow.
"You were...playing here?" Frankie didn't ask the hamster but she asked herself indirectly, "It means...you were happy enough without me, weren't you? Guess what a fool I am! I thought...I thought you had been pleased getting me as your mistress and friend. But...you're focusing on something else, right?"
The petite animal didn't seem to listen to the girl in whose arms it was being cradled. Its round-shaped black globes were set upon its friends which were hopping here and there. Trailing, the eyes of its owner also fell on them.
"You need their companion more than mine, don't you?" She stepped forward, "Only they can stay with me for whom my companion is the first and foremost priority."
Curving down a bit, the lilac-haired girl unwrapped her arms from the miniscule body of her pet. Being free, it started running around the people happily, almost dancing. Routing, it rushed towards a bamboo-made fence which had some spiky shrubs around it. In the small gap of some joints, its head got stuck. It pushed its legs forward but the opening was too small for it to manage his body somehow to get out. Failing, it attempted to retreat. Too weak the try was, the little-sized square had already started grasping its neck firmly from all the four directions. As it scuffled, the spikes pierced its furry body. Beads of blood were being visible on its brown skin.
"Get him out!" The negro cried in utter horror, "He'll die."
The soldiers were about to go to it but they couldn't, seeing the stretched palm of the lilac-haired Brazilian in front of their eyes. She quietly shook her head left and right. Her teeth were clenched, so were the fingers of her left hand.
"No!" Her eyes were bloodshot, "Nobody will go there to help him."
"But he's dying!"
"I don't care!" Waterworks blasted from her eyes as she snarled, "Let him live or die. I don't care of those who don't belong to me."
"My lady," The maid pleaded, "You cannot leave him alone and stranded in this way."
"He was the one who left me!" Frankie blurted, curling her fingers into fists, "Since he didn't come back to Frankie, Frankie won't also go back to him. Let tears flow down from her eyes, yet she won't have mercy upon him!"
Flames were rampaging inside her heart. That fire belonged to pain and sufferings; it belonged to the feeling of losing a dear one. But she didn't take a single attempt to jump out of it. Rather, she chose to get herself immolated there. Quickly sniffing and forcing her tears back, she turned back and strode towards the garage where the four-wheeled chariots were kept. Stallions were being harnessed to them. As the charioteers were done with the first one, the lilac-haired girl stepped into it and commanded, "Start for Hong Kong! Right now!"
To Frankie, the Brazilian beauty, love was an obsession. But to Ray who had gone to the camp of the new clan only for learning the warfare of the Latin Americans, it was more than necessary to win the trust of her. With a view to finding out the perfect opportunity, the neko-jin started for the coronation ceremony of prince Kane Yamashita on the way to Hong Kong, with Frankie.
Scarlet velvet runners were laid on the grass-covered ground. By its left and right, servants were standing, holding the metal trays on which there were the piles of flower petals. Guards were also waiting for the guests, outstretching their naked swords. Beside the lane, there were the jade bushes of florets. Tiny arthropods were humming around them playfully. Green flags were blowing, attached to the poles adjacent to the trees. At the centers of the circular platforms, kings of chess were standing boldly on the hexagonal daises. A few musicians were enthusiastically beating drums. Some were playing flutes. Between the high and slender pillars, the guests were coming towards the entrance.
"The representatives of Lord Douglas are entering!"
A soldier announced loudly as the brown-haired chief-commander of Brazil entered, riding a black steed. Following him, the wheels of a certain chariot slid against the floorings, rotating. As it stopped, a lilac-haired girl descended from it. The maids sprinkled the colorful sepals on the guests. The armed guards knelt down and lowered their heads in order to show respect. Soon, an old blunette headed towards them. Seeing him, the charioteer turned back. Pulling the headgear down, he tried to cover his eyes as well as his real identity.
"Greetings, Sir Ricardo," The emperor bowed, "Greetings, lady Frankie. I welcome you wholeheartedly in the territory of my land. Thank you so much for accepting our invitation. Doing it, you've increased the pride and glory of our kingdom."
The coachman narrowed his eyes at the words of the king. Something was recalled by him.
"King Yamashita," Zagart cleared his throat, "Your son has come here. Bless him so that he can be victorious and hold the hand of my daughter for marriage."
The elder Yamashita looked at the face of the raven-haired neko-jin. The young guy was lowering his stares, not daring look at his eyes.
"He's not my son, King Zagart!" The emperor of Hong Kong announced.
"Coming here from such a distance, you all must have been tired," Gladly, the king of Hong Kong offered, "All the proper arrangements for you have taken place. Please, come inside."
Nodding gently, yet smiling pretentiously, the members of the royal clan of Brazil followed the emperor of the kingdom. Only the soldiers and other workers remained there. Slowly, the raven-haired neko-jin covered his face with his palms. He was searching for a safe spot in the castle area.
'If anyone recognizes me here, all my plans will go in vain,' He pondered, trying to fix the feather-crown on his head, 'I've to stay here hiding myself from everyone.'
He was going to the opposite direction where the Latin Americans had gone. Then again, he had to stop as his eyes met the figurine of a particular shonen-haired guy leading two Chinese guards, belonging to another regal clan. That prince wasn't unfamiliar to him at all.
Fury rushed through the veins of the rebel. He hurdled up, landing a kick on the chest of the prince. Misbalanced, Gordo tripped on his toes. Using the right chance, Ray slid the rapier between the fingers and the handle of the sword of his opponent. The shonen-haired guy wasn't ready for it. As his fingers loosened, the weapon fell down from his hand. Yet, it couldn't stop the growing rage of the rebel. Taking the fallen blade, he jumped on Gordo, pinning him down between two blades. The restrained prince shivered a bit, for the first time in his life.
Though he had defeated the prince, he was being scared of him. Gulping, he bit his tongue.
'What's Gordo doing here?' The Chinese cogitated, 'It means...it means the invitation letter was sent to China too.'
He moved back again to save himself, only for making his eyes collide with the appearance of another familiar lady. The redhead was trudging towards the entrance with her sister-in-law and other women. While gossiping with them, she was laughing. Her laughter was sounding like the flow of waterfalls. Her scarlet locks were dancing in the air. The sparkles of ecstasy had returned to her twinkling ebony orbs. Seeing the familiar people and bowing to them, she was smilingly asking them about their conditions. However, someone's smile wasn't rising, seeing her. His heart started beating fast.
'Oh no!' He cursed himself mentally, 'The whole China has arrived here. If I get caught, the plans of Master Tao will be nipped in buds.'
Seeing the group approaching him, he rotated in 180 degrees. No sooner had he started walking forward than a sound of jingling entered his ears.
"Clink!"
He felt as if something had fallen behind his ankles. He was puzzled about the fact whether he should turn back or not. However, another woman herself took a step in order to remove his confusion.
"Soldier, the anklet of princess Salima has fallen behind you," The chubby woman ordered, "Bring it here."
Now, the ever-calm heart of Ray Kon started rampaging in worries. He felt unstable to breathe properly. Behind him, the girl curiously looked at the anklet.
"No problem, sister-in-law," The redhead tried to manage the situation, "I myself will pick that up."
"No, Salima!" Biyu warned, "Don't do that. It doesn't suit a princess like you at all. What are these workers for? Certainly not for chilling around us, are they?"
While the chubby woman was blabbering, the raven-haired guy managed to cover his lower face with a piece of cloth that had been tucked inside his waist-strap. Turning back, he picked the jewelry up and stretched his hand to the princess. Instead of taking it back, the redhead kept staring at him, frowning. In pride, she screwed her nose. At this, the neko-jin cocked an eyebrow. Why wasn't she taking it? The more she would delay, the more it would be dangerous for him.
"You illiterate soldier!"
He gasped, his eyes met a certain blunette who was there. In anger, his face was boiling. Almost snatching the anklet from his palm, he knelt down before the princess. Raising her eyebrows, the redhead put her left foot on his knee. After he had tied the jewelry around her ankle, her foot got down, so did he stand up.
"Anklets are meant for being wrapped around ankle, not for being placed on hand, witless man!" Amusement flickered from her onyx ogles, "Mark my tips. Someday, it will play a great role in your life."
Turning to the blunette, she bowed. In return, the prince of Hong Kong smiled.
"The head of a princess should always be erected, the honorable princess of China!"
Flashback:
"You cannot hide from me, princess!"
A five-year old Kane was running behind a four-year old Salima. Their tiny feet were smiting the marble corridors of the castle, yet producing no sound. So soft their touches were at that time. Turning back, the scarlet-haired girl giggled a bit. Showing him her thumb, she again became busy in sprinting like a doe. Her soft toes were caressing the ground but it wasn't hampering her speed at all. While chasing her, the blunette got almost covered in sweats. He was huffing but he wasn't giving up. Pulling his legs faster, he hauled his body closer to her territory. Expanding his right hand, he clasped her wrist. Moving back, she bit her tongue and smiled sheepishly.
"Why were you fleeing from me?" Kane's lips formed a pout, "Was I scaring you?"
"Why should I be scared of you?" Salima screwed her nose, "I'm braver than you."
"Really?" The prince of Hong Kong cocked an eyebrow, "Then prove it!"
"Sure!"
Flash forward:
"So...you're Kane Yamashita, the prince of Hong Kong, right?" Salima crossed her arms on her chest, "Before years, when you came to our palace, couldn't you mention your name before me?"
"Nope," Kane shook his head, biting his tongue, "I forgot."
"If you didn't forget, the shitty things would never happen in my groom-choosing ceremony," Gloomily, the redhead spoke, "I wish I could erase the day from my memories."
"What happened, princess Salima?" Worriedly, the blue-haired man inquired, "Did that guy who came in my disguise do something wrong with you? Just tell me once! I'll chop his head off."
"You don't need to, prince Yamashita," Salima smirked, "I myself am strong enough to do that. But it's not the proper time and the proper place to discuss these things here. Let's go, I'll tell you everything privately."
"Oh princess Salima, don't you want to maintain the friendship that was formed between us before fifteen years?" Kane pouted, "If yes, why are you calling me by my surname? Don't tell me that you forgot me completely."
"Honestly speaking, I did that," The Chinese princess sheepishly scratched her head, "Never mind, prince Kane."
"Hmph!"
"But a single hand cannot clap alone, you know," The redhead rolled her eyes, "Why did you stop visiting after that?"
"Oh princess Salima, please don't remind me about it..." Kane sighed, "Father got me admitted to the learning center of a stupid bald man. He was too strict for me to be my teacher. Even though I was a prince, I had to share everything with the people of lower classes. Despite trying a lot, I could never be his favorite student. Whereas, a complete scoundrel took my place..."
Hearing him, the blood of the neko-jin started boiling in anger. He clenched his fists and fangs in order to keep his wrath under his control.
How dare you, Kane? How did you dare insult my master in front of a princess? He wasn't strict, you fool, it's you who were reluctant and inattentive. You could be his favorite student if you tried. You could easily win his heart if you gave up your pride and arrogance. But no, you kept disobeying him again and again. All the faults belong to you and you're blaming Master Tao? I wish...I wish I could teach you a lesson right now, Kane.
"Let it be, prince Kane," Salima cleared her throat, "I know you're a worthy prince."
"Your belief is enough for me," The blunette blushed, "But...where's his Majesty? Hasn't he come with you all?"
"Father was about to come with us, prince Kane," Salima replied, "But all of a sudden, he got an urgent work. Receiving an important letter, he started for Japan."
"Japan?" Kane puckered his brows, "Why?"
"Don't know," The redhead shrugged, "Anyways, let's go inside."
"That will be the best of all!" The blunette punched in the air, "Follow me!"
A certain pair of eyes was watching the indigo-haired prince carefully. Those amethysts gleamed in joy. She couldn't believe herself. The man of her dreams, her prince charming was in front of her... talking, smiling. Oh, how handsome he was looking!
'I cannot forget that day still when we met each other for the first time, prince Yamashita,' The Brazilian beauty pondered, 'Under the starry sky of the nightfall, I was fishing, sitting by the river. Something heavy got stuck in my net. I was trying hard to pull it out but I was failing. When I was on the verge of accepting my defeat and losing all my hopes, you appeared just like a savior. Clasping my wrists, you lugged the net in the same direction. The web... which was seeming heavier than an elephant became lighter than the air all of a sudden. With your help, I caught a giant fish. Putting it into the bucket, I looked at you.'
Flashback:
"How did you catch such a heavy fish, prince?" The purple-haired girl asked. Astonishment was seeping out from her orbs.
"Before that, answer to my question," The blunette re-asked, "How did you get to know that I'm a prince?"
"From the causey and the vigor which are being disseminated from your appearance," The Brazilian replied, "And the answer to my question?"
"Your answer and my answer are same, my lady," The prince pompously grinned, "All credits go to my vigor."
Flash forward:
'Ah! I love the men who are proud. At that night, the pride was burning like flames inside your eyes. Then, I was feeling to offer all what I have at your feet. Just for making myself worthy enough so that I can be equivalent to you, I have been training hard since that day. I've become a skilled warrior, you know.
But...will our union be possible? Ever? After all, our cultures, language, rituals and tradition-everything is different from each other. Brazilians consider Chinese as their archenemies, so do the Chinese do. Nobody will accept our love, will they?
No no...I cannot lose my hopes in this way. Prince, you're the future king of Hong Kong. The rules of a kingdom aren't greater than the wishes of the emperor. I have to have patience. Soon, I'll be your queen, my prince. Just wait and watch...'
"Cheers!"
In the compartment of the men, all the invited kings and princes yelled as their goblets clashed with one another. They were taking the sips of the so-called nectar from the drinking pots. Their madcap laughter was echoing in the entire chamber. Happiness was dancing all over the area. They weren't worried, they weren't afraid of anything. Their lives were filled with ecstasy and splendor.
"What's the thing, prince?" One of the men asked Kane, patting his shoulders, "Too much drinking, huh?"
"Because I am so glad today," The blunette replied, taking a sip, "You don't know how free and gleeful I'm feeling returning from that learning center. There...there I was the prisoner of that Master!"
Standing up, he walked towards the table. Pouring more wine from the jug into his chalice, he continued, "I cannot understand one fact. Why are the princes like us sent to learning centers? We are from royal clans. We have learnt everything from the wombs of our mothers. These teachers are for teaching the common people of our kingdoms, not for the mighty and talented princes like us. Because...a king is the greatest of all!"
"I agree with you, prince Yamashita!" Gordo stood up from his seat, "A king doesn't need to learn warfare. For wars, he has a huge battalion of soldiers. Just look at the Brazilians once. Getting a speechless signal from their leader, they've come here crossing miles after miles."
Keeping a hand on the shoulder of the blunette, the shonen-haired guy asked, "What do you think, prince? Will the Latin Americans return to their land or stay here forever?"
"What's the difference, prince Gordo?" Confidently, Kane retorted, "I know that they haven't come here with a view to ruling us. If we respect them, they'll also respect us."
"Awesome thought, prince Yamashita!" The redhead smirked.
Grinning back, the blunette turned to the rest of the men inside the room. He blurted, "Why are you silent? Drink and celebrate!"
Taking the jug, he started refilling the pots of other guests. Done with it, he quenched the liquid inside his goblet within no moment. In wild exultation, he madly burst out laughing. There were commotions and chaos everywhere. Dancing to the thumping beats, the men were making merriment.
Enjoyments were going inside the compartment of the women too. But those pleasures weren't as wild as those inside the males' cabin. The beautiful princesses and queens were singing, dancing and gossiping with one another. Sometimes, they were almost rolling down on one another's body, being tired of giggling. The fat crown princess of China remained busy in quenching sweet rice balls, not bothering to chew them once. Seeing her, her sister-in-law was bursting out laughter. Only, the lavender-haired Brazilian was sitting on her chair silently, closing her eyes.
"Just look at this Brazilian once!" A Korean princess was walking along with her friends, "How she is mixing with the Asian girls! We Asians deserve to be praised too for letting her sit on our heads."
"Of course!" Breaking her silence, Frankie stood up from her seat, proudly retorting, "Because the head stays in the highest position of all organs of our body. In the same way, we Brazilians are also better than any other nation of the world."
"So much arrogance, huh?" The Korean girl seethed, "I'll split this with the tip of my sword."
Trying to eat the Brazilian with her eyes, the Asian stretched her arm. Within no moment, a maid appeared with a tray on which there was placed a pair of uncovered swords. Taking one of them, she threw another to the Latina. The lavender-haired girl also received it skillfully. All the girls moved away a bit from them, making space for them to battle each other. Stepping back, the Korean princess spoke, "You won't be able to call yourself the best after what will happen today."
Frankie kept soundless, only smirking. In the speed of a leopard, the Asian princess glomped on her, only for getting her weapon clashed against the Brazilian's.
"Ting!"
The scarlet-haired princess was busy in gossiping with her sister-in-law. Hearing the noise, she felt curious and rushed towards the battle-spot. Both the princesses were moving their swords in curvy paths, up and down, down and up.
"Sleech!"
Holding the weapon with both her hands, the Latina defended herself from the attack of her opponent. Then, she twisted her rapier downward. Utilizing the chance, the lavenderette swiped her blade right. But the Asian girl sat down, successfully dodging it. Again, she stood up and took a stance. For another time, both their swords collided, being perpendicular to each other. The Korean princess held her weapon with both her hands. Her eyes started gleaming in the thoughts of her future victory. Soon, she pushed the lavender-haired girl back.
The lilac-haired saved herself from falling down. Approximating her opponent, she jumped on her. Again, their swords hugged each other, creating an "X" before their faces.
"Tung!"
The Asian arched her body behind and supported herself pushing the sword horizontally. Placing her weapon vertically on it, the Latina revolved the blade captured in her hand. Completing two rounds, she poked her opponent with the rapier. Misbalanced, the Korean princess fell back, the weapon collapsed on the ground.
Pointing the sword at the chin of the lost one, the Latina spoke, "Falling down on the ground, you must have understood why we Brazilians are better than you."
"You're forgetting something, Brazilian beauty!"
Pushing the crowd, a scarlet-haired princess appeared before the lavender-haired girl. Aiming her foil at the Brazilian, she spoke, "The one who is above all has to lower his gazes always. Just like a fruit-occupied tree, bending down. Wanna accept my challenge?"
"Why not?" Not feeling puzzled a bit, Frankie grimaced.
Their eyes were observing each other just like eagles flying in the sky and taking care of every single movement of their soon-to-be preys. Then, suddenly, their sword collided diagonally, over their torsos.
"Ting!"
The Chinese princess slashed the air with her sword, hauling it parallel to X-axis. The Brazilian stooped for saving herself. Her opponent moved her weapon in the same direction. Frankie jumped back in that case, slightly dropping her jaw in awe. Twirling, the lilac-haired girl drew her blade. This time, the redhead sat down. Again on her feet, she pulled her sword on her. They clashed with each other.
"Tung!"
Both the girls enclosed their weapons using both their hands. With sheer force, they were trying hard to push their opponent back and defend themselves. For it, they were turning around the center of gravity. Their teeth were gritted. Their eyes were also burning each other from their cores. All the spectators remained horrified. Their hearts were beating fast. Breaths were held, so was the suspense.
Finally, the lavender-haired girl pushed the Chinese back. Salima retreated, yet tightly clutched her sword. Again, she stepped forward and enthused her sword to bump on that of her rival. Frankie drew back. Clasping her weapon with both her hands, she leaned right and turned her weapon in 180 degrees from right to left. Salima thrusted her saber on it, creating an obtuse angle of 110 degrees. They both remained at the same position for a few moments, trying again and again to get out from it. Lastly, the Brazilian held the wrists of the Chinese and shoved her.
In order to save herself from falling back, the scarlet-haired princess held the arm of her rival firmly and pulled her towards herself. Advancing a bit, Salima elbowed her back, causing the Brazilian to fall down. Victoriously, she directed her weapon at her opponent. Soaked in perspiration, the redhead was panting in exhaustion, yet the leer of victory was visible in her lips. Grimacing, she turned back.
"Halt!"
The Chinese stopped as she heard the voice of the Brazilian. Turning back, she discovered herself facing the tip of the weapon of the Latin American.
"Those who leave their enemies considering that they are weak," Frankie grouched, "Invite themselves in the territory of attacks."
"Really?" Salima cocked an eyebrow, "And what if the enemies are in the territory of my attacks since a long time?"
Perplexed, the lavenderette looked down. The Chinese had already placed the keen apex of her saber at her stomach. She was sniggering wickedly. A smile rose in the lips of the Brazilian too. True it was, Frankie knew how to assess the factual talents.
"I loved your style." Finally, the lilac-haired girl commented, getting her sword down.
"And I loved your battle tactics." Salima didn't forget to praise her opponent back, placing her sword on the nearest table.
"For the first time in this land, I've seen so much power in someone's hands." Frankie grinned generously.
"And for the first time in my life," Salima approached Frankie, "I've considered a foreigner to be worthy enough of being my friend. I, Salima, the daughter of Gonglu Zagart who is the mighty emperor of China, stretch a hand of friendship towards you."
"And I, Frankie, accept it wholeheartedly."
Both the girls shook hands and embraced each other gently, smiling in happiness. Seeing them, the crowd sighed in relief, releasing their breaths ultimately.
"She's won the sword duel," One of the girls spoke inaudibly into the ear of her friend, "But don't forget that the battle of getting prince Yamashita is among all of us. It is important who wins the heart of him."
"Why?"
"Don't you know?" Another princess raised an eyebrow, "Tomorrow, after the coronation ceremony of prince Yamashita, his bride will be chosen. She'll be the one among us."
"I don't think that we have chances," She sighed, "Seeing the battles today, I think that one of these two ladies will be the lucky one."
Under the parasol of the starless sky, some horses were running. Their riders were clutching their bridles with one of their hands. Other hands were seizing torches from which flames were being discharged. Behind them, a pair of stallions was pulling a three-wheeled chariot. Under the metal shade of the carriage, the brown-haired emperor of China was sitting. His right hand was holding a folded velvet scroll. He was crudely grinning.
Flashback:
"Zagart, dearest of all my friends," The purple-haired bastard spread his arms, "I have come here with a view to discussing something important with you."
"O, the victor of all the three worlds!" The Chinese emperor addressed, flattering the ruler of underground, "How have you ended up at the doorway of this worthless human being?"
"Stop feeling down, Zagart!" Boris seethed, "You are useful enough. Don't forget that with your help, I have got Driger."
"I have only handed him to the safest hands of the world," Zagart rubbed his palms against each other, "If I didn't give him to you, he would be stolen away before a few days."
"What?" The evil man cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes," His disciple nodded, "Disguising, an intruder entered my place in the groom-choosing ceremony of my daughter and roamed all over my castle. Just think what would happen if Driger were present there."
"You've only fueled my worries, Zagart," Biting his lower lip, Boris acknowledged, "Before a few days, I was also conducting a veneration. All of a sudden, Driger showed himself up and said that his rightful owner would be coming soon in order to free him."
"Don't worry at all, Boris," The Chinese emperor placed a hand on his shoulder, "Just enjoy yourself. Why don't you bring new sex slaves in your palace?"
Hearing those two words mentioned, his purple orbs glimmered in covetousness. He licked his lips twice. Hissing lustfully and sucking his own saliva, the lord of underground exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me this thing earlier, Zagart? Surely, it is a great idea for keeping myself calm and cool. But..."
"But what?"
"But I don't feel good with ordinary women," Boris shook his head gloomily, "Now, I need a royal woman. A virgin princess."
"Leave it on my shoulders, my dear friend," Zagart chuckled, "I've received the invitation letter of the groom-choosing ceremony of the princess of Japan, Hilary Tachibana. Winning her hand, I'll bring her to you. But...you've to give me your offerings after tasting."
"Why not?" Boris winked, "You can take everything from my platter."
"Buhahahaha!"
Both the evil persons burst out madcap laughter. Their exultation reached the cosmos and shook the thrones of the deities of heaven, ripping the blue sky.
Flash forward:
'Hilary Tachibana, the little princess of Japan,' The Chinese emperor looked at the invitation letter, 'Soon, you're going to be the reason behind my joys and safety. Buhahahaha!'
At first, let's observe one-minute silence for those who thought that this chapter would contain the battle between Tyson and Kai xD
Secondly, dear Nainika, I hope you liked the chapter.
Thirdly, do read and review. Pardon the grammatical mistakes and the spelling errors. Take care :D
-Misty ^_^