Death Games
The Prince of War

“So this is Hadesia?” murmured the children of the Empusans.

Admiration rippled from their mouths. Same with Trempusa. His eyes stared fixedly at the scene before his eyes.

“Hei, poor!” cut someone out suddenly. So that the reverie of Revos' son was diverted to him. “Don't till you embarrass our nation, remember that!”

And Trempusa was inevitably forced to nod at him. He did not argue considering his position was only a half-noble child who was treated like a servant by them.

Hadesias.

The disciples finally set foot there. They are stunned by all the beauty that exists. Until finally the welcome came to him.

The figure of Remus Eterno who is the master teacher of sirens also spread his hands as a sign of welcome to them.

“Welcome to everyone. Welcome to this highly exalted Hadesia.”

The guests were silent while staring at the speaker. Remus raised a smile on his lips before continuing.

“My name is Remus Eterno, one of the great teachers here. Today, I am very happy to welcome the arrival of new students who will undergo training here,” the look in his eyes also swept the appearance of the young leaves of the nations of the world Guide.

“As you know, here you will be trained to be an important figure in the homeland of each. Whether it will be the King, the Elders, the Elders, or whatever it will be, this is clearly the first step for you before setting foot there.”

“Because of that, Open your eyes and ears, no one can be trusted. The world is not as beautiful as fantasy, reality is not as beautiful as dreams. There is no peace there is only the law of the jungle. We are the King, we are the rules. The living will surely die. Enjoy while life is still alive. Be the strongest even if you have to sacrifice everything. Do not be weak because the world does not need garbage that can be oppressed. Dying is more honorable than living uselessly. We are Hadesia. We are the best of all. That's the motto in this training. So get in touch and brace yourself to start a life here. You guys understand?”

The children were silent to the rantings of Remus Eterno. It seemed, his sentence was too heavy for the young leaves of the nations.

Until finally they were allowed to enter the area further without a horse carriage.

With the things in hand that each of them had to carry. A large building was welcomed before his eyes.

“This,” muttered Revtel witnessed the amazing sight in his vision.

Like a large palace, but made of dark rocks and decorated with plants spread across the surface. The windows are very much filled the wall there and the inside turned out to be more extraordinary.

The master teachers had already greeted them at the two lips of the stairs and directed the disciples to follow in his footsteps. He was led to a room set for the children.

“This,” surprised Trempusa realized that the intended room turned out to be the entrance emblazoned with a paper.

“Wah, looks like we're roommates Revtel,” interrupted someone suddenly. So that the young man from empusa also turned to his side.

“H-hello,” greet Trempusa to him.

“Halo,” Kers reply.

“Your room is here too?”

“Iya. I'm Kers. Your name?”

“Trempusa,” his hand was thrust on the hydra figure. And he was also acquainted with Revtel who seemed warm to his smile.

The three of them then entered the room that would become their respective rooms.

“Wah .. like home,” amazed Kers watched his surroundings. Until finally the look in his eyes caught the unexpected look.

Blerda Sirena was staring calmly at them.

“Female? We room with him?” asked Kers while pointing at him.

“Can you Blerda Sirena?”

And a nod was avenged by the girl at Trempusa's question.

“Sirena?” muttered Revtel. “Pure derivative siren?”

“Can he not talk?” Kers put his body on the couch.

“Hei,” interrupted Revtel for not liking to hear the words of his cousin's sister.

“I Revtel, greetings Brother,” while waving at Blerda.

“Kakak? How do you know he's older than you?”

“Isn't it because he's tall? Of course he was older than me,” Kers' casual response made Revtel shake his head.

Along with the opening of the door that makes everyone look in that direction.

“H-hello,” greet the figure of the gyges with an awkward smile on the face.

“Hei! Don't get in my way, fool!” upset someone behind him then kicked the child just now until it fell down in front of him. Just suddenly the newly arrived figure laughed watching him. “Stupid basis!” he also laughed out loud.

Without a doubt helped Revtel the boy. But, who could have thought that precisely the sharp sentence was thrown from the mouth of the first Prince to him.

“Heh, want to do good huh? Just so you know. You're just an illegitimate child. Want you to sow a lot of goodness you're still an illegitimate child. So don't dream of being able to make friends, remember that!” finished saying so, his figure left them. Choose a room on the second floor.

The room they entered looked like home. With nine rooms in it and now occupied by Blerda Sirena, Revtel, Kers, Trempusa, the first Prince and also Beltelgeuse Orion. Yes, the boy from the gyges that was kicked by the figure of the Hydra Prince.

Even after putting his things in the room, he went out of nowhere. Leaving them wordless yet arrogant-faced in each step.

“I don't think we'll see each other again after all this time, Mr. Betsheba.”

The elder of the Gyges nation smiled at the appearance of his acquaintance. The touch of the dish in plain sight while occasionally glancing to the end there.

Where two children are busy playing while laughing with satisfaction.

“True. It's been a long time. So, how are you? Maximus.”

The black-haired figure of curls and emerald eyes was also bowed. A moment later the old man's question was answered in front.

“As you can see. My situation, it's still the same as it used to be, Your Highness.”

Without sipping a drink in hand, Betsheba Voskha put a cup of tea back on the table.

“The Prince of war ended up being an outcast and also an escape. Are you happy? Your Excellency.”

Maximus Ergo was silent. His body shook violently but only at a glance. Because the call of the son broke their mood.

“Black hair and ruby eyes light up, is he the son of the woman?” ask the Elder.

“Yes. He is his son.”

The sound of slow breathing was echoing from the interlocutor Maximus. “Bragi Elgo is like crying blood looking for your whereabouts. Do you have no intention of returning? Either way you're the one who will replace him on that throne.”

Maximus laughed softly in response.

“I,” point it at yourself. “How can a traitor like me sit on the throne? Uncle is still okay. I heard that Hadesia has been opened, have him send Zargion there. Because of my nephew, it can definitely be a good King replacing him.”