As a wave of people began to approach him, one man managed to get to him first, causing the others to halt in their tracks. Prince glanced to his left and saw none other than the 13th Sword, Weisheng. Without wasting a word, Weisheng raised his hand, warding off the approaching crowd, and addressed Prince directly.
"Good evening, Duke. Good evening, Prince," Weisheng greeted, his voice deliberate and unwavering. "You are now newly anointed. As an anointed prince, you are entitled to a certain level of protection. Therefore, it is only natural that I, Weisheng, serve as your bodyguard for tonight."
Prince's eyes met Weisheng's, and he analyzed every detail of the man's face. Behind Weisheng's calm demeanor, Prince saw something sinister—a faint but unmistakable trace of malice. Yet, he also saw something else, something more subtle and elusive. The man who wants to kill me is my bodyguard, Prince thought, shaking his head slightly. This is going to be one hell of a night.
