Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]
Chapter 336: Can You Hear Me Screaming Don’t Leave Me

Chapter 336: Can You Hear Me Screaming Don’t Leave Me

[KAWAI]

The battlefield was frosty, to say the least.

The warriors of Kawai were there, fighting the rogues who had refused to give up their lives in the free lands.

Anyone who saw this would think that the rogues had been having the fun of lives other than being used as tools in the battle between the powerful and the wicked. It was a life that many had to question.

At the same time, it was a choice that no one would ever truly understand.

This was madness if the fight was anything to go by. The rogue warriors could have left their free lands and gone home, but then they had stayed to fight for a place that was never theirs to begin with.

Over the years, the free lands had gone from a small piece of land to an extensive housing system that had allowed more misfits and traitors to leave their homes and take residences without having to fear the consequences.

It was a place that had been used for thousands of years and one that had never once been brought to question, even as time went by and Kawai donated some of the lands to the free lands, to allow for people to live with ease.

That was a time when the rogues were not a threat to the realm. When they were just a group of people, who only ever wanted to have a home for themselves. That was a time when life had been so simple and the warriors didn’t have to pick up weapons.

The only worry for the rogues of that time was how they would manage to eat. They needed to hunt and find food on their own, so they could make a living, and that was all there was to it.

But as time went by and rulers changed, the lives of the rough also changed.

The kingship of Kawai stopped catering to their misfits, something that Zaffuto had termed the best remedy to make sure the people of Kawai valued their home and remembered what it meant to be a Lycan warrior or even a Lycan of Kawai.

Anyone would assume that it was the craziest of things ever done by the mad king, but then it was something that was right.

All the king had done was take back the land that Kawai had donated, forcing the other factions to stretch and let their borders be pushed inwards for the survival of the free lands.

It was something that had triggered so many at the moment, and yet the mad king Zaffuto was not scared to even take a hit. Zaffuto had remained stoic and unapologetic about what he did.

Not soon after, his cruelty began and the rest was a history lesson that no one would ever forget.

"They just won’t give up," Sanji said to Floki, the leader of the ministers who had been assigned the task of reclaiming the free lands. The warriors had been instructed to do whatever it took. They could either kill the intruders or send them in the direction of the largest pack.

But then that didn’t even matter as much. What mattered was for the free lands to not have any misfits there, because, at the end of the day, home was the one place that people always looked forward to heading back to.

It wasn’t supposed to be hard or complicated.

But life was always going to have some shit stuffed into it. Perhaps that was also why Floki used his sword to smack Sanjiro on the face, leaving an ugly wide mark with his blade and stained line that let out blood from the already bleeding man.

The blood on Sanji was the reminder that he was a traitor, something most Lycans despised more than they despised their cruel king.

It was always hilarious how the Lycans hated their king to the point that they wanted to do away with him, and yet at the same time, the thought of having traitors in their home pissed them off so badly that it triggered them in so many ways.

"You have a mouth on you that shouldn’t be used here. Stay in line and make sure to fight those who refuse to leave. Or even better, you can step up and leave with them," Floki said.

Sanji stilled.

All his life he had never lived outside of Kawai.

Granted, he had been the most traitorous Lycan to ever live but he had never considered the fact that there was supposed to be a better life for him beyond the one that he had lived for years on end.

He was never one to think of anywhere and given that he was a Lycan and Kawai had the best rules of existence, Sanji had always tried to think of a place that he would do even if shit went sideways.

For years as a traitor, he had only ever needed to live in Kawai or even the dungeons of Kawai. Anywhere as long as it was on Kawai soil. So, this current proposal was not just one that shocked the hell out of him, but one that made him question everything he had achieved.

This was not what shit was supposed to be, but he was also very aware that the rules wouldn’t be as forgiving as dying at the hands of the mad king.

He didn’t need to think too much about it because he never once had a reason not to sit still and think of what the realm looked like for people who were not like him. Maybe that’s why he had gone insane, but surely there had to be a way around this too, right?

This couldn’t be the end of the road for them.

"My apologies, sire. I shall do as you say," Sanji said.

He was looking down, hoping that Floki didn’t force him to leave. The times were so unstable that Floki’s statement could easily lead to him being banished from Kawai and that was a sentence that couldn’t be better than death.

It was the only thing that got Sanji asking himself if this was ever going to be worth anything at the end of the day. It was a hectic schedule. But not more hectic than the fact that life had always been shitty and that no matter what he tried to do, no one was coming to save him.

Maybe he was slowly learning, but it seemed like some lessons were better learned on the battlefield than here with a man who didn’t have regard for life and death. Sanji needed to understand so many things and maybe Tamiko would teach him that.

But did the young prince have enough time to be hopping around a man who had been nothing but a nuisance to him his entire life? Would he have the time to entertain anything that came with Sanji who had wanted everything that Tamiko had?

Was that really something that Sanji would live through, or would he pray and hope that the young prince wasn’t as crazy for his father’s throne and would walk away formatting then and everything Kawai?

Shit was getting serious and Sanji had long learned that.

Perhaps he needed to re-strategize and hope for the love of the goddess that life wasn’t as shitty as it looked at the moment. That was going to be his only salvation because otherwise, they were all fucked.

"You need to know where to stand, warrior," Floki warned.

Sanji just nodded while Kosta showed up with his barbarians right behind him. They looked like they were ready to blast Sanji into the deepest ends of hell if the bastard tried to mess with them again.

For a moment though, Sanji wondered if this was what he had worked hard for over the years. He had strived to make sure Kawai knew what it meant to be the king’s mercy.

Yet years later it was still being proven right that the Kawia Lycans were suckers for the house Hinata. There were so many things that they could have done, on many occasions, over time.

They could have chosen to live with it all, and yet as he looked at the way the warriors were pushing the rogues away, Sanji couldn’t help but feel that this was not what he had wanted for himself and for the new Kawai he intended either way.

This had to have an end because otherwise, they would all be screwed.

"What is happening? Did he refuse to work?" Kosta asked Floki, who was staring at Sanji with spite written all over his face. He had known the man for a while and he knew that no matter what happened, there was never a chance for Sanji to get out of this.

The man was a traitor and the people wouldn’t want him around.

Perhaps his only reasonable option at the moment was to go with the rogues.

Perhaps Grealor would be kinder to him and they would find a way to go back so that the king didn’t have much to say about them and their fucked-up ways, right? After all, weren’t the Furfantes the hope of a kingdom so doomed like Kawai then?

"No, sire. He was just asking where to start off," Floki said precisely, yet a part of him wondered why he was saving Sanji. Maybe he could tell on the man to the Lycan Chief and have the bastard be gone from their lives.

But there was no way to deal with Sanji right now because the prince of Kawai had taken an interest in the trial and that made disposing of the bastard an uphill task for them all.

"Alright, let’s get this done before the weekends," Kosta said.

"We have four days."