He Holds His Crown [BL] ✅

Chapter 2: Aiziles Prince

Cyris walks off. "Follow me."

Arthir raises his eyebrows and follows right behind Cyris. "If I may be so bold to ask, may I request a reward if I win?"

Cyris scoffed. "You actually think you can win against me?"

Arthir huffed. "What makes you think you can win against me?"

Cohlin swore he could see electricity between these two. Cyris laughs out loud and wears a rare smile. "I shall indulge your request. What do you wish for a reward?"

Arthir smiled back. "Annul this engagement."

Cyris nodded. "I shall also wish for the same reward."

Arthir just nods. It's a win-win either way, but I wish to win.

Cohlin: THESE TWO!!

Arthir then asks. "How shall we fight? With weapons?"

Cyris shakes his head. "I want to fight you in hand-to-hand combat. I wish to see actual strength to back up your arrogant claims and comments."

Arthir hums in reply and turns to Cohlin following slightly behind. Arthir smiled politely at Cohlin and spoke with a much gentler tone, a mix of guilt could also be heard. "I apologize for the trouble I am causing, however there is a goal I wish to complete and a code that must be upheld."

Cohlin tilts his head in confusion, but does not go against Arthir's wishes. "Understood..."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the clear training grounds. Everyone present gathered around, eager to watch the duel between the two princes. Cyris looks at Arthir from head to toe. "You're going to fight me wearing that?"

Isn't that very constricting?

Arthir raised his arm to look at his long sleeve for a moment before smiling at Cyris. "Hm, it appears you are not all that bad. To point out a disadvantage for me, I shall express my gratitude."

Cyris rolls up his own sleeves and takes off his gloves, throwing them aside. "I only wish to fight you with your full potential."

Arthir tilts his head, still smiling. "Now that wouldn't be very fair of me, now would it?"

"You-" Cyris charges forward, ready to strike his fist.

Arthir side parries and sinks his own fist on Cyris's stomach, causing the Bestetian Prince to spit out saliva. Arthir was about to take Cyris's body to throw him, but Cyris swiftly knocks Arthir down to the side with his body. The two are on the ground, wrestling.

The audience remained silent, unable to utter any words as they watched the two princes fight like their lives were on the line. They were quick, powerful and tireless. They didn't expect Arthir to be so skilled in combat, especially when he was wearing such restrictive clothing that made it harder for him to maneuver.

His movements are predictable. Arthir thought as he dodged another one of Cyris's punches. He's predictable, but he's fast, which makes it hard to counter or dodge even if I know how he's going to move. He lives up to his name as the war maniac.

"You keep running away. Where was all that confidence a moment ago!?" Cyris laughed. Truly, when the Bestetian prince was on the battlefield or in a fight, it's where he truly shines and shows genuine happiness.

Arthir says nothing and continues to dodge and parry Cyris's attacks.

The General raises his fist at the sight, the fight getting more intense. Cyris, who has a rough and forward fighting style. While Arthir moved more flexibly and his style focused more on speed and reading his opponent to strike him down at the perfect moment. When was the General last seen Cyris fight like this with so much vigor and excitement? He was sure everyone noticed it as well.

It's been five minutes already. No one has lasted this long in a fight with Cyris. No one.

An opening! Arthir and Cyris thought at the same time as they moved, their fists passing by one another and-

*BAM*

"..."

Arthir and Cyris fell, eyes white.

"...They knocked each other out!!" The General and Cohlin quickly run over to the unconscious pair on the ground. Cohlin checked Cyris and carried him on his back. "We have to get them to the nearest medical facility."

"This way!"

And so the two princes were rushed to a medical facility.

An hour later, Cohlin dragged himself to the throne room. As he makes his way there, he thought about the results of the match. It's a draw, so how was this going to end? Are they going to fight again? Please don't.

"Ah, Cohlin. How is everything?" The Emperor asked with an expectant face. Cohlin apologizes in advance for he is about to wipe off that smile with his new few words.

"Your Majesty...Prince Cyris and Prince Arthir dueled to have their engagement annulled...They knocked each other out and are currently being treated at the military's medical facility."

Foam formed in the Emperor's mouth.

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And so the MC meets another MC~

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