The Weakest Prince

"That's right! I challenge you to a duel! Come here! Both of you will be defeated by this sword."

"Ea! That's our brother, so vibrant and brave."

"Amazing, la, you've changed so much since we met you three years ago!"

They talked as if they were continuing each other's sentences.

'The 11th prince and the 12th prince… Apparently they resemble each other more than I thought. Most princes look alike because of their yellow hair and blue eyes, but they look more identical. I heard they just arrived this morning from Oxwadeshire. Princes are great; they don't even get tired after a long journey,' Tobias thought.

"I'll show you that I'm different from the last person you saw!" shouted Francis as he pointed his sword at them.

'I'll show you the results of my training with the knight of rounds!' he thought.

'Prince, you've only been training with me for a few hours," Tobias thought as if he could read Francis' mind.