Prince Asta never knew he could hate someone as much as he hated Alex.
In fact, his feelings toward the young man had already transcended the word "hate." It had now become an obsession that bordered on madness!
Finding himself covered in skunk essence, the Prince finally snapped.
A powerful gust of wind expanded outward as the Crown Prince activated the skill that was imbued into his armor.
Two pairs of devil-like wings made of ice spread wide behind his back, lowering the temperature of the surroundings even further.
The Prince also dropped his two swords and took out the two-meter-long sword he had shown his people last night.
The sword hummed in response. A second later, a crimson aura wrapped itself around its blade.
It already looked intimidating earlier, but now it looked truly menacing. It was as if the sword itself was preparing to feast on the blood of the Prince's opponent.
