As the crown guard of the prince of Mystolia, you had a duty. To protect your prince. To cut down anyone who dared threaten the Royal.

The job had never been hard, that is until today.

Before you sat a man you thought you’d never see again.

Xlyon, a childhood friend. Now, an assassin, looking for your prince’s blood.

“Well, haven’t you filled out?”

He remarked with a smirk as his gaze wandered over your muscular build. You immediately withdrew your sword. He seemed unbothered by the threat of your sword, simply swirling around the water in the palace garden’s fountain.

“Are you gonna cut me up with that fancy sword of yours?”