TOOAFP Chapter 128: Whatever You Want, Whatever It Is (1)

Clang. Clang. Crack. Thud.

"Aaagh!"

The front courtyard of the Crown Prince's palace was a complete rout.

The elite imperial knights Nigel had stationed there—the hand-picked soldiers of the Imperial Knight Corps, and the troops of the capital garrison—were engaged in what could only be described as an embarrassing brawl. Against a single opponent. One person.

When Nigel recognized who that person was, the corner of his eye twitched.

Silver hair blazing in the sunlight. A frame that stood a full head above every knight around him. Strength that had no right to be human. Bare-handed—weaponless—systematically dismantling an entire armed corps.

"...Ant...hony?"

As if in response to the name spoken in that dwindling voice, the silver-haired figure looked up toward the second floor.

Anthony—painted in as much blood as Leon—showed his teeth in a grin.

Not at the Crown Prince who had called his name.

At Leon.

"Good thing I'm…