The prince received a notification and pulled out his device to check it. His brow furrowed as he read the message.

"Something wrong?" Bruno asked, approaching him.

Jing glanced at the young man, who, besides being his right-hand man, was also his closest friend. Bruno held that position thanks to his extraordinary skill with all kinds of weapons; nearly every tool of defense and attack they used came from his inventive mind.

The green eyes of the tan-skinned boy locked on Jing, waiting for a response that took longer than expected. Bruno studied the prince’s almost expressionless face, and had he not known him so well, he wouldn’t have noticed...