The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"Pardon!" Mirza said.

"Who is he father?" Ezra asked his father.

The old man vanished all of a sudden, Ezra's senses came into action and he put force in his left foot and swung. His kick tore the air and moved brutally.

~BAAANNGG~

The kick hit the old man, who appeared behind Ezra. "Was it a fluke or you saw my movements?" The old man asked as he stared at the prince.

Looking closely, the prince knew that the old man was huge, he was 6'6 tall.

"I calculated" Ezra replied

"You calculated?" The old man was curious.

"I knew that you are no enemy because father brought me here and he paid huge respect to you. Apart from that, when you moved father was smiling instead of being afraid that his only son might get hurt. That showed you were testing me and this move of yours was done in order to brag about your power. Very common move explained in s, using speed to reach behind and shock people. That's how I calculated and sent a kick as a meeting gift" Ezra explained.

The old man was lost for words, after a while, he asked. "Why kicked when you knew I am not an enemy"

"That was my way of bragging" the prince said as he smiled.

The black dressed old man's eyes widened. "Hahaha, this boy is amazing, he is cockier than I was in my youth. At least there is someone who got my characteristics in my bloodline."

This time Ezra was confused. "What do you mean, who are you?"

"Ask your father," the old man said as he touched his short grey beard.

Ezra gave a look of confusion to his father, who sighed before saying. "He is Feroza Zephyr, my father and your grandfather."

"What! I have a grandfather!?" The prince was shocked.

"It was due to..."

"Your highness, Chief Administrator Pollard Whitefang has come and seeks the audience." An Imperial guard interrupted Mirza before he could speak.

"Bring him here" said the King.

A well-built figure walked in from outside the great doors of the inner castle. It was an aged man wearing full noble clothes. He had a face full of scars and wind seemed to accompany his steps.

Pollard arrived and knelt "Greetings, your majesties" he said as he knelt. Pollard raised after Mirza ordered him to and looked at the new face. When his sight landed on the red eyes he shouted "Prince Ezra, you came back!"

"Haha yes Uncle Pol, took you a while to recognise me." The prince smiled.

Pollard looked at Mirza Zephyr. "Your highness, Kingdom of Warborn has attacked our the border city of Vily"

After Ezra went to train, tension rose between borders. As Mirza Zephyr was busy in secluded cultivation, Pollard gave the military command to Supernovas after training them about tactics and warcraft and became Administrator to handle the kingdom's affairs in King's absence. His position was switched from Imperial Guard Commander to Chief Administrator, a rank below King and Crown Prince. He was the most trustworthy companion of King Mirza, well versed in both sword and pen.

Pollard looked at Mirza, asking if he should continue in front of prince Ezra.

"It's okay Pollard, you can start explaining. He is now old enough to understand the matters of the kingdom." King said.

Pollard nodded and continued " Your majesty, Warborn Kingdom has always been our enemy ever since it came to exist 20 years ago. There have been ongoing skirmishes on borders all the time, but recently they have been targeting Vily city. Because once they conquered that city, they will be able to get their hands on coal mines. If they succeed, our economy will be affected a lot.

All they want is to keep us engage in battle so that we can never rise again, they only attack us while maintaining a good relationship with other. Those Kaftars always hated us werewolves, now they got their kingdom. They always pick fights with us, without any reason.

There has been a report that they are hiring a great number of mercenaries with the high cost to attack the Vily city. Vily is a stronghold city, I worked on it for 5 years. Once it falls, we will be vulnerable. Apart from agriculture and coal, we do not have anything worthy to sell to traders and other states."

Silence covered the entire room. "I will go and kill them all, I'm healed."

"No dad, your existence will cause a ruckus." Said Mirza.

"Why can't you go and declare all-out war with them?" Ezra suggested.

"Haha, well said grandson, I second you." Feroza spoke as he clapped his hands, praising Ezra's suggestion.

Pollard sighed "It's not that simple your majesties, Warborn Kingdom is on equal standing with us in terms of military. If we wage war we will lose a lot even if we manage to win, when that happens the Tribbain Kingdom will launch an attack and clean sweeps our forces."

Ezra Zephyr raised his eyebrows "Wasn't the Tribbain Kingdom our ally?"

"No, it never was, after we lost the war. Brownmane Empire was made and they allowed the existence of two new kingdoms, Warborn Kingdom and Tribbain Kingdom. Both were given 1 major city and 2 small cities, they are minions of the Brownmane Empire, only made to keep us in check.

After the oath, Brownmane can not attack us directly, but they can aid other kingdoms to attack us" Pollard explained as he touched his forehead.

Lightning flickered out of nowhere, shocking all who were present. The wrath of Ezra reached heights, his furious eyes were spitting flames of vengeance. "I will personally go, and reclaim those territories."

"How will you do it?" The king asked, and the question was not asked in worry but was asked to learn about the strategy. Mirza believed his son more than anything.

Prince gave a wicked grin and moved forward, he pressed the shoulders of Pollard and said. "We will take the benefit of oath as well"