Tristan felt irritated. The blood on his hands, the multitude of cloaked corpses, and the corpses of his own soldiers that surrounded him, immensely irritated him. He sighed and picked up the only alive, well, half-alive enemy, holding him by the neck. He really looked like a bloodthirsty angel when he did so.
“Your highness!!”
“Jo-Joseph”
Tristan’s features softened when he saw the youngster approach, dropping the enemy in his hands. He also tried to hide his bloody hands, for whatever reasons.
“What is it?”
“I just saw your sister. She said all your siblings were dispatched. Is that true?”
“Not exactly. Only the both of us were sent out here. The rest are guarding the castle”
“Oh, thank goodness”
“We’re not that bad Joseph”
“Your highness, your beloved sister just destroyed
