During the time, in the royal capital, the king sitiing in the throne room, was reading another novel, while the whole palace was getting decorated, princes and princesses were in their own room choosing their clothes.
Meanwhile on the other hand, one unusual prince was in the garden swinging his massive sword like it was a stick.
his movements were precise, fast and intimidating, each swing sent wave making the flower near him to tremble.
"Working quite hard, aren't you?" a woman with silver hair said, standing beside the fountain, her hair ties in twintails.
"No" the prince replied in a flat tone as if she was annoying.
"You look trouble for the past few days" she added.
"Do I?" he said, putting his sword in the dirt. "Also, you should be with Loid right now?".
"I was just strolling around" the maid replied, but the prince gave a unconvinced stare at her.
"You, go and keep an eye on my little brother" he ordered, and the maid in twintails nodded. ' hope he didn't ask anyone to do his chants', the prince thought.
As the maid left, the prince looked up toward the capital city, gripping the sword tightly until it's hilt broke.
'it wasn't a coincidence that day' the prince thought, his mind still stuck at the image of Free near the room, where that 'thing' was kept.
Suddenly the physical pressure around the garden starts to increase, the prince's pressure was gulping the whole garden.
Meanwhile in the other side of the palace, someone with an identical face to the prince was choosing a dress, his hair longer and tied back, he was choosing a suit for the Hero's festival.
"Prince Alberto, princess Elize wants to see you" the butler outside his room said.
"Okay" he replied, exiting his room but as he was exiting a quiet girl with black hair passed through him, ignoring his existence. "she doesn't talk as always" Alberti sighed, it was his little sister.
"Brother! I couldn't wait to see you!" Elize came running and jumping on him.
"Ouch!" he said, as she lands on his chest.
10 minutes later...
They were now sitting in the garden opposite to the training ground.
"The weather is quite nice today" Elize said, taking a sip of her tea.
"I know" Alberto said, with a smile but they weren't here just for the weather talk, but something much serious. "You didn't just invite me here for cake right?".
"Yeah" Elize nodded, now her tone much more different. "You have noticed haven't you?" she asked.
"I did notice" Alberto confirmed, putting his cup on the table. "Big brother have been quite serious these days".
"I know right, it's like he was back to his training with Marcel" Elize said, resting her chin on her hand.
"Yeah, ever since Baron Hoshi's visit" Alberto muttered, Elize's pause for a sec before laughing it off, back to her usual self.
"Anyway, are you chosen again?!!" She asked and alberto nodded with a smirk. "Uhhhh, it's unfair! You get to be the representative of the festival again this year!!!! Arrgghh" she complained but alberto shrugged it off like it was nothing.
"i'm just too perfect for the kingdom" he joking added, which made Elize to pout harder.
"Its not fairrrr!!" she yelled, meanwhile in the border of the kingdom, two figures entered innDaelon again, one carrying luggage and the carrying a staff. Rai and Sylphia.
"Look who's back!!!" Sylphia shouted, with a deep breath. "Ahh, Daelon's thick air".
"Smells like poop" Rai joked, which immediately backfired.
Bonk!
A pan hit him hard on the head, "Oww, honey!" he asked, and Sylphia shrugged.
"stop Joking like that" she ordered, and he obeyed.
"Our first plan is to surprise our daughter at the Hero's festival!!" she said running like it was a marathon with Rai running behind her.
Meanwhile in the palace's garden, the prince was still swinging his new sword, each swing faster than the previous one, meanwhile another muscular woman was staring at him from above, a big sword on her back.
"Hah, he's been working a lot lately" she muttered laughing loudly with her sharp laugh makung the window glass tremble. As she walks off she muttered a word nobody could hear. "My brother had now seen somebody as his equal" she muttered before entering in her room, with a file on her hand with the title-
HERO'S FESTIVAL
SWORDMASTER COMPETITION