"The third prince and the first princess... I didn't expect to meet such people in this place."
Niall laughed shortly, darting his eyes between Silas and Alice, and then set them to his younger brother, Azazel. He was aware of the achievements and the strength of the Tempest children. Not only they were strong and amazing individually, but they were also smart and had a strong unity.
It was the complete opposite of the royal family in the Hendrik Empire. The imperial palace in Hendrik Empire was full of ambitious individuals. One wrong step and one would fall into someone's trap, pushing them to their demise.
"You..." Azazel breathed out, wide-eyed. "... what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm giving you a farewell gift, brother. Isn't that obvious?" Niall simpered, gazing at Azazel from head to toe slightly. "My brother, you never changed. This is the whole point why I never liked you, you're too... soft."
