The show begins

The army of Fracia was not well-prepared for a sudden battle. They had never imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that someone would dare attack the palace while so many kings and their armies from different nations were gathered there.

A huge clash broke out between the Francian soldiers and the terrorists. Karakos, Trimur, and Lasar didn’t send their armies to aid — they wanted to observe and see what the Francian army was capable of. Slowly, the terrorists began overpowering Fracia’s defenses.

Eidrin: Romero, this is the time.
Romero: Understood.

The two warriors leapt into the battlefield. With swords drawn, they cut down every enemy who dared to face them.

From the stage, Alexander noticed the fight intensifying. He saw arrows rushing toward the platform. Quickly, he shielded his father, mother, and sister, urging them to move to safety. Despite being less skilled, he drew his sword and rushed forward to protect his citizens.

Meanwhile, Eidrin and Romero showed everyone the extent of their strength.

Romero: Strange… why was our army struggling against these weaklings? I could handle them single-handedly.
Eidrin: They are small fries. But don’t kid yourself — you wouldn’t last long without me.

Arrows flew toward Eidrin, but he sliced them apart as if he were dancing. His black hair swayed in the wind, his dark eyes blazing like a beast’s. Every enemy who stood in his path fell before him. Those who watched could only whisper in awe: “This is a true warrior.”

Romero, not one to be outshined, unleashed his full strength as well, holding off wave after wave. The citizens, who already knew and trusted the two warriors, breathed a sigh of relief. With Eidrin and Romero there, they felt safe.

From the balcony, Karakos, Trimur, and Lasar watched closely.

Trimur: Those two — the black-haired one and the blond one — they’re impressive.
Karakos: Indeed. But the rest are nothing but small fries.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows flew toward the kings. But before they could strike, a light-red aura erupted around the three rulers, destroying the arrows and leaving them unharmed.

Back on the battlefield, Eidrin and Romero had almost crushed the majority of the terrorists.

Eidrin: It’ll be over soon. Romero, I’ll handle the rest here. Go protect Alexander.
Romero: As you wish.

The terrorists’ leader began to panic. His men were dying one by one, and his plan was collapsing.

Leader: Damn it! We’re losing too many men. Stop wasting time in battle! Focus on assassinating the king and prince!

Alexander, despite his lack of skill, managed to defeat a few enemies. He took some cuts and bruises but continued fighting. Suddenly, another wave of arrows rained down toward him. He froze, realizing this would be his end. Closing his eyes, he braced for death.

But when he opened them again, he was unharmed. Romero stood in front of him, having slashed through the arrows. Yet one arrow had pierced deep into his chest. Blood flowed freely as Romero staggered. His blue eyes welled with tears from the pain. As he began to collapse, Alexander caught him.

The crowd gasped in disbelief. Eidrin stood frozen, expressionless. Karakos, Trimur, and Lasar frowned, confused. Why would a mere soldier sacrifice his life for a king? Even Alexander’s own army was stunned. Romero was not a man they expected to fall to a single arrow.

Alexander cried out desperately.

Alexander: Why!? Why would you do this!?
Romero: Because… protecting the king… is the duty of a soldier.

With those words, Romero closed his eyes. Alexander wept loudly, holding him.

From the balcony, the kings whispered coldly.

Karakos: That’s what happens when you care for others more than yourself.
Lasar: Exactly. In times like this, survival should come first.
Trimur: Hmph. Besides, why mourn a mere soldier? They’re just pawns to shield us.

Eidrin stood silently, his face unreadable. Enemies surrounded him, capturing him, but he offered no resistance.

At the same time, more enemies closed in on Alexander. The young prince, terrified and exhausted, had no idea what to do next.