"Hey? Isn't it very good?" Chris said blankly.

"No, my daughter has been taken away. How can I speak to my husband like this?" the minister sighed.

"But, since it's the king, it must be a bit majestic..." Chris wanted to defend himself.

The minister explained: "It is the tender side behind the majestic image that can touch the hearts of the audience more!"

Hearing this, Chris frowned and thought for a while.

“That’s right.”

The two returned to their initial position again.

When Wien read "Why the brave haven't appeared yet", Chris comforted softly: "Maybe there will be a result soon, wait."

"Why is our daughter so miserable-" Wien also walked to the platform and sat down with a distressed look on his face.

Chris reached out and stroked his back to show comfort.

"Your Majesty! Prince!"

The chief guard played by a senior suddenly walked up to the two of them and reported: "The sword in the stone has been pulled out!"

Wien stood up in surprise: "Who is it? I want to meet him immediately!"

The picture transition.

Lawrence appeared in the center of the stage again.

"Is this! Is it the sword in the stone?"

He stared at the wooden dagger in front of him, barely standing upright.

"I, who shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, can already feel the powerful force in its body calling me!"

"I - the chosen one, officially become a brave man today!"

After saying that, he walked up and pulled out the wooden sword.

However, as soon as the sword body was separated from the object's support, it immediately fell off the sword grid and fell on the stage in full view of everyone.

Because the sword tip was facing down, it bounced on the ground twice and flew for a long distance.

“…”

An atmosphere of silence enveloped everyone.

The minister said a little embarrassedly: "There is only this sword in the spare props for the time being... But it doesn't matter, we will customize it soon! Continue!"

So Lawrence had to take a small bare hilt to meet the queen and the prince.

"Mr. Brave! Please ask you for your daughter! We must bring her back safely~" Wien instructed.

"No problem! It's wrapped around me!" The brave Lawrence agreed immediately.

In the Devil's Castle.

Among the "prisoners" surrounded by four desks is His Royal Highness, a senior sister.

She looked at the "demon king" in front of her - His Highness Prince Richard.

The eyes that were filled with tenderness made people feel that she had no sense of being imprisoned, but instead she wanted to sacrifice herself to the devil.

"Hmph." Richard looked at the locked princess through the desk.

"Is this what the human princess looks like?"

According to the requirements of the special notes in the script, he tried hard to curl one corner of his mouth and showed a "evil, crazy" smile.

It looks like a cramp on the face.

"Master Demon King~" said the princess, "Please don't kill me! My parents have a lot of gold, silver and treasures, and they will come to redeem me."

"Gold, silver and treasures are everywhere, but human princesses are not so easy to get~"

The devil put his face close and looked at the princess who was surrounded by the desk.

"It's better to stay and be my devil's wife!"

"Master Demon King~" the princess moaned, and her expression didn't seem to be refusal no matter how she looked.

At this moment, the brave arrived in time.

"Ha! Demon King, let go of that princess!"

Lawrence yelled, interrupting the affectionate look between the two.

Richard turned his head.

Between him and Lawrence, sparks and lightning seemed to appear from time to time, making crackling sounds.

"Master Brave~" The princess was in a dilemma.

Wien stood by the curtain in the backstage and watched their performance speechlessly.

"Lawrence is so active in playing the brave, no matter how he looks at it, he wants to avenge his personal revenge." He complained in a low voice.

"Isn't that good, too?" Chris said interestingly, "Give him a chance to avenge him."

Hearing her words, Wien couldn't help but look at her side.

In front of the stage, Lawrence stared at Richard.

The manuscript paper that wrote the lines was thrown aside by him, and at this time he was completely out of the manuscript.

"Demon King, your death is here!"

As he said this, Lawrence held the bare hilt of the sword in both hands and made a move to prepare for attack.

"I practice hard every day, just for this moment!"

An outsider raised a wooden sign with a narration: [It is raining, lightning and thundering].

Richard snorted softly, and his tone was contemptuous.

"Even if you practice for another hundred years, you will never be my opponent."

This ridicule, which can be completely immersed in reality, angered Lawrence in an instant.

He had red eyes and shouted, "Diet!"

Then he rushed up with the hilt of the sword.

From around him, the temperature began to rise, and red Mars flashed faintly on his hands.

Although he was performing, his attack did not hold back at all, but pointed it at Richard's handsome face and stabbed it hard.

Richard took a step back and deftly avoided the hilt of the sword.

The two brothers fought on the stage.

However, only Lawrence was taking action, and Richard was avoiding the whole process.

It is obvious that Richard's strength is a little higher than Lawrence.

Under his elegant movement suppression, Lawrence's attack every time seemed ridiculous.

"Ahhhh-" Lawrence shouted, "You didn't act according to the script at all!"

In the script, it should be that the devil was defeated by the brave and killed.

"Don't you have nothing, too? Lawrence."

The devil looked at the brave man with a ruthless look on his face.

Frightened by the sudden outbreak of conflict between them, the other members of the drama department stared at them blankly, not knowing how to mediate.

"You are very proud! You compare me every time, you are very proud!"

Lawrence's move was more sharp than the other move, and the roar he vented was like a roar.

"He is called the most perfect prince ever!"

"It has gained everyone's love, taken away all the attention from other brothers, and can trample everyone else into the mud without saying a word!"

"Every time I see your high smile, I want to smash your entire face!"

Richard was accidentally scratched the corner of his clothes by Lawrence.

Under Lawrence's accusation, a full of anger also gathered in his eyes, and the look of holding the whole situation in the past no longer existed.

Faced with his brother who had lost his mind, Richard finally couldn't help but fight back.

"But... that's not my fault! You bastard!" he shouted, punching Lawrence hard.

He hit him in the face with one blow.

"I never thought about what to suppress you by comparing it with you!"

Lawrence was punched, and the corners of his mouth were blue.

His hair was messy on his forehead, and he was emotional.

"Yes, you haven't thought about it...but, there will always be others to help you do what you don't want to do. You have always been the most perfect statue of god, because all those dirty things have been done in your name!"

"I also want the attention of my father and mother...I also want the love and closeness of my friends... But as long as you are here, it will not be my turn!"

Lawrence threw away the useless hilt in his hand and fisted at his brother.
Chapter completed!