Chapitre 92: Rally

Ace saw the tomato rushing at him with full speed, he could also see River getting ready to protect him but he stopped him by grabbing his arm, letting the rotting fruit burst on his face.

Ace stood there, the juices from the tomato dripping down his face and hair as the rotten smell of the fruit filled his nose. 

Much to his surprise, he heard gasps and murmurs fill the place. 

"Who threw that?" Asher asked, looking menacingly at the crowd. "You all may not like him, but he is still the prince of this country. Someone who came here to help you. 

"The least you could do is show chivalry. Now, the person who threw that, come forward and offer your life to his highness, Prince Ace Reguild." 

Even more gasps filled the place, and louder murmurs. 

Seems they did not know what I am the prince. Oh well, let's use this to my advantage.

"Asher." Ace said, looking at him, pulling pieces of tomato bite out of his hair. "It's alright."