REBIRTHED LOVE: DEAFEATING THE SUPREME LORD

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and year

ters in the realm. It was inescapable and so perfect for the sparring match. It would immediately disappear once there was a winner. Around the fighters were the onlookers, most of whom were the nobles and their se

e Lut

ehold, but that was futile. He studied the person he fought with. His opponent was the son of the greatest master in the realm. Before their fight began, he introduced himself as Agar. He was a tall man who had a proud spring in his steps. Luther had heard that he was as powerful as his father and that he

go straight to defense, automatically giving leeway to his opponent. Luther saw it and quickly took

e had more fun defeating someone the dirty way. He kicked at Agar's knees, forcing him to go down on one knee. As he tried to attack again, Agar held on to his feet, dragging him down painfully. Luther winced, pissed that he didn't see that move coming. Agar crawl

ched on, their attention fir

lier. With Luther's heavy blows to that spot, Agar must have sustained several serious injuries. Luther thought of attacking his back to make Agar temporarily unable to use his wings. That would teach him that though they fought in the same ring, they were not of the same level. He slowly stood up, sauntering towards Agar's form. Wh

e, he became

s he took them all in. He looked at his father, who was staring proudly at him. His son had defeated the son of th

ince Luther as

iousness of the prince. Tales were passed even to the lowest levels of the realm of the people he had killed secretly without his father's knowledge. Those who reported his deeds to his father also ended up suspiciously missing. Not that his father believed those tales anyway. To the supreme lord, his son was a sain

er's side of the arena, then, releasing his wings, flew to the highest poi

ne." He said reverent

reme army. You are to be my sword, carryin

vel below the supreme lord. As far as everyone was concerned, Luther's word was synonymous with the Supreme lord's decree. The

er. But despite their feelings, they knew there was nothing they could do a

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g as he thought of how the day had ended. He would have to be a blind man if he didn't notice the stares people gave

d had taken good care of his growth. That was why, no matter how fast prince Luther wanted to be supreme lord, he didn't give in to the growing urge he felt

lems with them since none of them tried to get in his way. At least they were smart to know that they couldn't defeat him. He

e his gaze from her, but it proved futile. As he was a prince, it was a taboo for him to get involved with someone from the lower class. But the m

den every time the day ended. So far, he has had no reason to bump into

more he saw her, the more the nagging feeling to claim her pierced him. Currently, he was still studying her when he had a bold thought. He walked in

r her face, which she nervously tried to remove. Her eyes were copper brown, and the

g a bow. He nodded silently and watched as

didn't like the way she looked at th

me." He c

her voice. It wasn't customary for a lowly servant to look

he didn't like to repeat his orders twice. Slowly, she

s your

my lord." S

loving the way her na

ave you wor

t a year,

haven't seen yo

castle, my lord. I was told to tend to your gar

her gaze everywhere but at him. It ir

n becoming a person

eyes widened in shock. Seeing his raised eyebrows, she

ur wish is m

ad about this arrangement." He nudged his head towards the garden. "You can

nce Luther to be interested in her. She was still shocked because there was no rumor of him ever personally selecting

the flowers she tended. She gently caressed the pet

er bones that things would

nown that it woul