Chapter 9 Sentiment

Kenneth entered the room, his eyes scanning the prince's disheveled appearance. He cleared his throat, causing the prince to look up from his meal.

"Training, my prince. It's time," Kenneth said, his tone authoritative.

Prince August looked at him, his expression blank. "Not today, Kenneth. I don't feel like it."

Kenneth raised an eyebrow. "You can't afford to slack off, August. The king is not pleased with your recent behavior."

August sighed, putting down his utensils. "I know, I know. But I just can't focus right now."

Kenneth crossed his arms. "Is it about the Zuih princess?"

August tensed up, his eyes narrowing. "What do you know about that?"

Kenneth chuckled. "I know more than you think. It's all over the kingdom. The king is furious with you for putting your emotions before your duty as a warrior."

August clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger. "I'm not just a warrior, Kenneth. I'm a person too. I have feelings, and I can't just turn them off like a switch."

Kenneth sighed, his expression softening. "I know, my prince. But you have a duty to this kingdom, and to your father. You can't let your emotions cloud your judgment."

August nodded, knowing that Kenneth was right. "You're right. I'll come to the training grounds now."

Kenneth smiled, pleased with the prince's decision. "Good. And August, remember that we're all here to support you."

August nodded, feeling a small sense of relief. He knew that he needed to focus on his training, but the thoughts of the Zuih princess still lingered in his mind. He wondered if he would ever see her again.

Kenneth was a fierce warrior, feared by many for his unmatched strength and ruthless tactics in battle. He had been a loyal servant of the Leaden Kingdom for centuries, and his loyalty to King Dracula and Prince August was unwavering. Despite his rough exterior, he was deeply devoted to his fellow warriors and would do anything to protect them.

Kenneth had trained alongside Prince August from a young age, and their relationship was one of mutual respect and admiration. While August was the more skilled warrior, Kenneth was often called upon to lead the troops in battle when the prince was otherwise occupied.

His physical appearance was striking, with piercing blue eyes and a rugged, chiseled jawline. He kept his hair cropped short and his body was adorned with scars, each one a testament to his countless battles.

Despite his fearsome reputation, Kenneth had a softer side that he only showed to those closest to him. He had a deep love for poetry and would often be found reciting verses from his favorite writers during quiet moments in the camp.

Prince August and Kenneth stood at the gate of the Leaden Kingdom, watching as a horde of demons emerged from the darkness. The demons were relentless in their attacks, their sharp claws and teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Prince August unsheathed his sword and took a step forward, ready to defend his kingdom. Kenneth followed closely behind him, his eyes fixed on the approaching demons.

The first wave of demons charged toward them, snarling and snapping their jaws. Prince August met them head-on, his sword flashing through the air as he sliced through their ranks. Kenneth fought with equal ferocity, his fists pummeling the demons with incredible strength.

The battle was intense, with demons appearing from all sides, their numbers seemingly endless. But the two vampires fought on, their determination unwavering.

As the battle raged on, Prince August's sword began to glow with a bright blue light. With a fierce cry, he plunged it into the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth. The demons were thrown back, their bodies disintegrating into ash.

But the victory was short-lived, as a group of larger, more powerful demons emerged from the shadows. Kenneth and Prince August braced themselves for the final battle, knowing that their lives and their kingdom depended on their success.

The two vampires charged toward the demons, their weapons flashing through the air. The demons fought back with all their might, their strength, and power causing the ground to shake.

In the end, it was Prince August's lightning-fast reflexes that saved the day. With a swift move, he managed to dodge a deadly strike from one of the demons and delivered a powerful blow with his sword. The demon let out a howl of pain and dissolved into dust.

The rest of the demons fled in terror, leaving the two vampires victorious. Kenneth and Prince August stood side by side, breathing heavily but triumphant. Their kingdom was safe, and they had once again proven their strength and courage in battle.

Sylvia, a female vampire warrior and one of the strongest in the Leaden Kingdom, sneered at Prince August during their training session. "What's wrong with you, August? You used to be the strongest warrior among us, and now you're distracted by a girl from a weak kingdom."

Prince August clenched his jaw in frustration. He knew that he couldn't let his personal life affect his duties as a prince and a warrior, but he couldn't help the way he felt about Princess Ashina.

Ignoring Sylvia's taunts, he continued to spar with his fellow warriors, determined to prove that he was still a force to be reckoned with.

But as the training session continued, Prince August found himself becoming increasingly distracted by thoughts of Princess Ashina. He couldn't help but think about her beauty, her strength, and her unwavering devotion to her people.

Sylvia noticed his lack of focus and sneered again. "You're a fool, August. Love is a weakness, and it will only lead to your downfall."

Prince August gritted his teeth, refusing to let Sylvia's words get to him. But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if she was right. Was his love for Princess Ashina a weakness that would ultimately destroy him?

Sylvia was a force to be reckoned with in the Leaden Kingdom. Not only was she one of the most feared female fighters, but she was also Prince August's cousin. Her lightning-fast attacks and deadly precision made her a valuable asset in any battle.