Ares Rises

Lead-gray clouds hung low, their edges gilded by the setting sun with a translucent rim of gold, beautiful and magnificent.

Between the layers of clouds, two figures with profound auras stood suspended in midair, gazing down at the battlefield below.

When he saw the two hundred armored cavalry led by Getz resolutely standing before several thousand Wolf Cavalry, the human among them clearly showed a trace of admiration in his eyes.

But when he sensed that the massive figure beside him had yet to make a move, he could not help frowning slightly.

"Commander Dylan, Getz is one of His Highness's most trusted confidants. Shouldn't we act?"

"Hmph, what's the rush? Let him suffer a little first."

"With barely over a thousand cavalry, he dared to venture deep into the Night Wolf Clan's territory. It is time to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, if he continues being so audacious and reckless, how will he compete with his two younger brothers? And what right will he have to inherit the throne of the Holy Roland Family?" Dylan snorted coldly.

Monk shook his head slightly. He wanted to say that Caesar's two younger brothers were also Dylan's grandsons. Wasn't this favoritism a little excessive?

Yes, three years ago, Elizabeth gave Roland two more princes, and they were twins, deeply loved throughout the kingdom.

However, after Caesar's coming-of-age ceremony, Roland had named him the royal family's first heir and the first heir to the throne of the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom. His position was already firmly established.

How could his two younger brothers, who were still babbling infants, threaten Caesar's status?

As though sensing Monk's doubts, Dylan sighed.

"Roland has already added Ares to the list of the family's direct descendants and plans to make him the family's second heir."

At those words, Monk's