Garius just smiled, shaking his head as he watched all his sons disappear into the distance on their Pekko in the blink of an eye. The conventional weapons, the dummy, and the barrier rods had all vanished the moment Javier left, snapped back into his dimensional storage with practiced ease.
Alf stepped forward, adjusting his glove and cuff with a calm, measured motion. "It seems the princes are bonding quite well, Your Majesty. They move and act like true brothers, teasing, competing, and fleeing together. It is a rare sight among royal families."
Garius let out a low chuckle, his hands clasped behind his back.
