The Duke's Passion

798 A worthy opponent

[ COLOSSEUM ]

Claude clenched his teeth, pulling out his sword from his enemy's chest. Blood splashed on him and the already red ground, making no difference in the amount of blood that flooded the floor. Their enemies just keep on coming, exhausting all the warriors of the Colosseum. If not for Claude, the warriors would just fall after putting up a fight. "These motherfuckers..." his voice shook, catching another undead from the corner of his eyes. "Shit!" Claude breathed out as his eyes shone, turning his head to the undead that was about to smash another warrior that was carrying an injured comrade. Before the undead could reach the two, the hand of the pocket watch, Auron, hid under his clothes, moved back a few ticks. Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

The distance between the undead widened a little, and when the pocket watch started moving normally, Claude appeared right behind the undead. With one swift movement, he swung his sword, severing the undead's head. Thud!

The warrior and the injured fellow on his back froze, gazing down at the headless undead near their feet. Their eyes were blank, moving them up to the bloody Claude. The latter was panting for air, not saying a word or showing the slightest remorse at beheading someone on the spot. "Tha — thanks." The warrior stuttered, flinching the second he met Claude's eyes. "You better move quickly," said Claude along with his deep breaths. "What the hell are you even doing? Go! I'll cover for you!" "Ye — yes."

"You people... had been causing disharmony in our peaceful land," said Tristan calmly, but his aura consistently grew. "That is why he sent me here to put a stop to this problem you are causing in our precious Colosseum."

Claude laughed in ridicule, twisting his body to face Tristan squarely. "No, little prince." He shook his head mildly, eyes glinting dangerously. In one single breath, Claude disappeared from his vantage point, only to reappear mid-air, his sword glinting on his side before he would launch an attack. "He sent you here because he doesn't see you as his son," Claude remarked, time slowing down as she moved his sword toward Tristan. "No sane father would send his son to his death."

Tristan slowly gazed up and despite the time manipulation, his lips curled up into a smirk.

"Na ah," he murmured as contempt filled his eyes.

It was too late for Claude to realize time didn't affect Tristan as a force assaulted his abdomen, sending Claude flying, crashing into the thick walls of the Colosseum.