Of course, Ulrich wasn't the only one ready for action.

Within another courtyard, the 2nd prince, his highness Winston Tudor, was also ready to give it everything that he had.

CRASH.

"F***!

Who the hell does he think he is?

Did you see the way he treated me today?

So what if he's the crown prince?

Isn't he just a day old from me?

So why can't I be king?"

Crash.

Crash.

Crash.

Everyone silently stood alongside the walls, far away from the overly violent Winston.

They were more than glad that after his coming of age at 14, he had left the palace and headed towards his official territory.

All these years, they thought that he would at least change from his very violent and crude ways.

But sadly, they were wrong.

He was even more destructive than ever!

They all sucked in their breaths and leaned into the wall as if trying to disappear into thin air.

Their bodies trembled whenever something broke on the floor or walls.

Winston was mad and indeed by anger.

He swung his sword at the decorative vases and ornaments all around his massive luxurious room while thinking of today's event.

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Right before the ministers, his father and many others, Ulrich had led Winston into a trap, making his suggestions seem downright stupid.

That nonchalant arrogant look made him very like he was nothing.

They were both the same age, so why does father not see his potential and choose him as ruler of Deiferus?

With him, he would even go as clear as to claim that he would be able to swallow Yodan while expanding their empire.

After all, Deiferus had the strongest warriors of all, so why not break the agreement they made to not engage with Yodan decades back?

Sure, many daughters and some have married royals from other empires to ensure peace.

But so what?

It's not like he cares for his aunts and sisters who have married other nobles out of Deiferus.

What does it have to do with him?

It's not like they had any written agreement for peace.

It was just the exchange of daughters and verbal consent that made people remain at peace with one another.

And at times, they would let some princes or princesses go to other memories as prisoners.

But did that change anything?

On the surface, yes... but behind closed doors, no.

In secret, the empires fought to take down a few border territories in hours of slowly expanding their empires.

So all he was doing was being more open about his future plans.

That said, wasn't he the best candidate to rule Deiferus?

He felt like his father was too old school and liked to follow principals a lot.

Why must it be the first prince that becomes ruler?

For him, Ulrich's only advantage was that his mother, that sl**, had managed to give birth a day earlier than Winston's mother.

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Winston was so lost in his rage that he began attacking the servants.

Spluh.

He stabbed several of them, imagining that it was Ulrich instead.

Some were so scared that they wanted to run away.

But how could the rage-filled Winston let them flee?

"You dare move?"

He sent his sword towards the 13-year-old girl, slicing her head clean from her body.

Slash.

Bam.

The head rolled, while the headless body dropped to the floor on its knees before falling completely.

Sprishhh.

Blood forcefully squirted out of the headless girl's neck, painting part of Winston's face.

Everyone instantly froze as panic spread amongst them.

Winston smiled coldly while smashing the girl's dead body.

"Look at it?

If only you stood still, then you would've just received a sword injury just like the rest.

But Nooooooo.

You just had to run, making me kill you.

Now, don't you find yourself stupid?

Just like that stupid first brother of mine, you're also mocking me as well, right?

How dare you disrespect me by walking away from me first?

Who the hell do you think you think you are?"

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah.

Winston released his rage on the dead body before kicking the head faraway.

Dammit!

Even an ordinary nobody cared to disrespect him today.

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Winston, who finished letting out steam, was soon visited by his mother, Queen Abodila.

Bam.

An arrogant woman rushed in impatiently while looking at her warmly.

She heard about what happened today, and she too had just come from letting out steam as well.

Now she was here to comfort her poor son, who got bullied by others.

She dashed in and jumped the body to hug her very pitiful son.

Everyone looked at her as if she were their saviour.

They even began wishing for the king to hurry it up.

Either he does, or he gets better.

No matter what situation it would be, this arrogant prince would have to leave once everything was settled.

Hopefully, he wouldn't become Deiferus' monarch, or their days would be numbered.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down their spines.

Seeing the woman before him, Winston felt very warm.

Only she understood him completely.

Even his sisters, the 3rd and 6th princesses, didn't understand him at all.

They too were very greedy women who started thinking of the throne after Penelope of Carona got crowned.

That's why he sneakily made them marry far away from the Capital and sent them off.

He didn't want more competition than there already was.

And no matter what decisions he made, only this woman would stand by his side and never betray him.

Winston felt warm.

"Mother.

That bastard is too bullying."

Abodila rubbed her son's back and coldly glanced at everyone.

"Get out now!"

"Yes, my queen."

As if hearing the sounds of liberation, they fled happily for their dear lives.

Who wanted to continue staying here?

No way!

It was better to mop the floors or do more tasking jobs than to serve these brutes.

Soon, the entire room fell silent with no one at sight.

Of course, the guards were outside, strictly guarding the room.

Abodila's cold eyes turned warm as she glanced at her son.

"Hush now.

Don't worry about that bastard.

Why worry when we will soon have him and his bastard mother kneeling before you soon.

So why worry about them?

What matters is that we will become victorious.

And as such, the victor is the rule maker.

Don't worry, after the throne is yours, you will have more time to play with that bastard and his sl** of a mother.

Son, always remember today's humiliation.

Very soon, you will have your time to play."

Winston calmed down and smiled coldly: "Yes, Mother."

How could he forget?

Soon, he would pay them back ten folds.

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And so just like that, all forces silently waited for the day King Julius would die.

On that day, Deiferus would usher in a storm!