The King was watching the fields in front of him. He finally became the King of Sparta. Between his fingers, there was a bygone cigarette that he brought to his lips, giving it a small drag.

But even in the beautiful sight of those fields, he felt something different. Spartan training start since they are children, they must become the strongest because there is no room for weaklings in Sparta, just death. So his senses were sharp, he noticed a presence without even looking.

"What do you want?" He moved his hand to touch his sword handle.