If he could curse the king for starting this war and making him finish he would. At the same time, he knows that the king isn’t the only one that is at fault and that it is also the two gods that blessed him. Being blessed by both Zarall and Xathanael, it is no wonder why the king wants him to be in every battle. “I’ve been in battle since two years  after my blessing, it has been eight years since this has started and I finally get to finish it.” He blasts a fireball from his crimson-colored wand. “Claiming to be the chosen one my ass. If you were really the chosen one you would have gone into hiding. You wouldn’t have died from such a weak attack.” 

He walks over to the burnt-up corps and impales it with his sword where the heart would be if it was still beating. “There now even if you were blessed by Nuriel you will still be gone.” He picks the sword up out of the body’s chest and there isn’t even a small drop of blood coming off of it before it is sheathed. 

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“Lord Silver Von Stein.” An older gentleman walks up to him with long silver hair and heterochromia eyes, which is a treat that all the royals share.

He gets down to his knees. “My Emporer. I owe this victory to you. We got rid of all the people claiming to be a threat to you and the rest of the royal family of Astayle.”

“It took you eight years to track and take down thirty people? You really are just worthless. Maybe I’ll just put you somewhere where you could be useful. Don’t get too comfortable because I will make you leave it at the site of danger.”

“I’m sorry my lord. I will do better next time.” He was ripped out of his school to fight in this war. It wasn’t his fault that he was so inexperienced. Honestly, he hopes that the chosen one shows themself soon. He wants that so the prophecy will be fulfilled. The royals of the five kingdoms of Lethua. One thing that he did notice is all of the witches that were fought had starry violet eyes.