Tevez

Black Cloud Town.

Arux sat in the command tent, his expression grim.

When Lei Chan had given the order to march, he had vaguely hinted at abdication: if they could unite the Demon Realm in this campaign, the prince with the greatest military merit would become the new Bloodshade Emperor. This was a perfect opportunity to win glory and establish achievement. If he could seize it, he would undoubtedly surpass Teres and ascend the throne as he wished, becoming the supreme ruler of the entire Demon Realm.

Yet the war against the Fallen Angel Empire had only just begun when he was stripped of his position as supreme battlefield commander and ordered to return to the Imperial Capital. It was tantamount to handing this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to his greatest current rival, Tevez.

With Tevez's military talent, once he seized this opportunity... the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Eldest Brother." A familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the tent. It was Tevez.

That voice made Arux's gaze turn even darker. He barked, "Relta!"

"Your Highness." The captain of the personal guard outside the tent immediately answered.

"Didn't I order that no one was to enter?"

Relta lowered his head. Tevez said, "Eldest Brother, have you forgotten the privilege you granted me back then? I may see you whenever I wish, without needing to announce myself."

The word "granted" stabbed especially harshly into Arux's ears. He snorted coldly. "Relta, withdraw. Remember, from now on, no matter who it is, report first!"

This was clearly a slap in Teres's face. His tone carried an unmistakable intent to dismiss him, yet Teres seemed not to notice and continued smiling at Arux.

Arux frowned. "What do you want?"

Teres sighed. "Eldest Brother, don't you think we should have a proper talk?"

"Is there a need?"