King Danny! King Danny! King Danny!
Like a chant, Danny's soldier kept on shouting until their throat became hoarse. Especially the veterans who had once fought under the regime of Sylvia Kingdom. Even then, they had never experienced such a quick victory over the Armen Kingdom's soldiers.
"You... Release me at once. I'm the future King of Armen. It would be best if you didn't make an enemy of me. Let me go; I will... Arghh!" Danny gave a chop on the back of the Second prince's royal neck and made him fall into a temporary sleep.
After handing over the Armen's second prince to one of his puppets, Danny turned to look at a particular place where the Armen Kingdoms' defeated soldiers were handing their weapons over to his men.