Kapitel 121: Beautiful Illusion

The forest hummed with whispers, anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. A group of imperial knights sat astride their horses, poised for the hunt. At the forefront, the three princes of their empire readied themselves.

If only Izac had a shred of leadership skills and Ronan was a little older, we could have formed three factions and earned the most kills with ease, Easton calculated. But in this situation, leaving those two unsupervised would be a disaster waiting to happen.

"Izac, Ronan, you will follow my lead and stay with the knights," Easton commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ronan nodded curtly, while Izac shrugged with an air of indifference. 

"What does it matter if we stick together or not? You will just hog all the glory as usual. Ronan and I might as well be invisible," Izac retorted, his words sharp.