Creator of Death: True Darkness
Extra Part: Two Princes (Special Ed Happy Birthday)

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A boy with a red bow appears to walk lightly in a hallway. Occasionally interrupted between his small steps, he stopped and turned around as if looking for something.

On several occasions, he was seen conversing with some servants who coincidentally passed by.

"Sorry, Miss Niels, may I ask you a question?" He asked innocently towards a young woman in her neat maid uniform.

"Ah, your majesty, you don't have to speak too fornal to me, you are my master, prince Varrel" retorted the waiter brickly.

"Well, it's okay, I always say that the young should respect the older by speaking politely" he said.

"Aaaah.. My lord, how can you be so handsome?" The servant said sumringah.

"Eh?" The boy tilted his head in confusion.

"Ja So what are you going to ask my master?" Ask the waiter.

"ah! Aye! Did Miss see Raka?" Ask the child a little confused.

"Oh? Apparently, His highness prince Raka was in the back garden with his highness the queen. Are you going there?" Ask the waiter.

The boy nodded. "Thank you Miss!" Cheerful speech.

"Well, my lord, be careful, if you need anything, say it" he said, waving his arms in joy.

The boy ran happily.

He was the first talented Prince, Varrel Azariel the Son of Arcnight.

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While in a small garden with flowers and trees that are so well maintained. A bluish-black child curled up in the corner of a bush with a book in his arms.

Behind the bush, several men were seen walking while chatting lightly.

"Hey! Did you see him? The first prince is truly amazing! I didn't think he could master swordsmanship at the same level as a third-rank warrior at his age who had just stepped on the 7-year mark!" Say a man in a uniform like a butler.

"Well, that's no doubt his talent! I mean, he's really a great guy in the future. He is our future king!" Said the other man in an excited tone.

"Hmm, speaking of the talent of the first prince, it was slightly different with the second prince. Well, I mean, wasn't she born with a weak body? He didn't even have red hair, meaning he didn't deserve to be the next king! Considering the bluish-black hair was indeed special anyway, but wouldn't it be useless if he couldn't even use magic? What is his talent?" Limpal a man with a doubtful expression.

"Shhh! What did you say just now!? What if it gets to the King's noble ear? You can be sure you'll be executed!."

"Yes! That'sthat's true! After all, the second prince's noble is still a prince even though he isn't talented right? Next time be careful with what you say!"

"Tch. What if executed? Isn't that right? I'm just talking facts. Well, you guys talk like that as if you're just gonna report me"

The butlers then passed.

While a child with a bluish black mane appears to cool slightly.

She bit her lips and held back tears.

His sharp eyes seemed to close slowly.

He was the second prince of the Arcnight kingdom itself, Raka Azalea the son of Arcnight.

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Varrel kept walking lightly. Before long, he reached a clearing with a green field before him.

He threw his eyes all over the corner of the park.

Sighs. He breathed long. His expression turned slightly gloomy when he realized that the person he was looking for was not in his sight.

"ouch!" A familiar voice surprised him.

In an instant the expression returned cheerful. With a cheerful smile, he then tiptoed towards the source of the voice.

"Dorr!" The excitement surprised Raka.

Raka was surprised, unconsciously her body moved to get up while hugging her book.

"I didn't hear it! Oops!" He said, and then covered his mouth with both of his mouth. Still with a trace of tears on his little cheeks that looked slightly reddened.

Varrel's expression turned complicated.

"You crying?" Sharp ask.

Raka shook her head quickly.

"You lied! You are clearly crying! And what you heard! What's that about saying those bastards again huh!? Didn't I tell you, if anyone talks about you behind my back again, you can tell me, mom or dad! You idiot!" Varrel said in a high tone.

Raka gasped, her blue eyes widening looking at Varrel who was still with his furious expression.

He smiled and his expression returned to normal. He wiped away the trace of tears on his cheeks.

"Forget over! Didn't you come here to find me and take me to lunch?" Tanya Raka switched the conversation.

"Ah, that's right! I almost forgot! Come quickly," said Varrel as he pulled his little brother's hand.

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