Crown Prince Min Tae-yong.
"Error!" The word did not strike as a mere reprimand; it was the herald of a ritual that Min Tayoung had long since mastered. The Crown Prince of the Phoenix Empire lowered his blade with a measured slowness. His features bore no trace of regret or agitation; instead, they exuded a cold, royal stoicism. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of a velvet-soft hand, then shifted his weight onto his right foot, watching with detached composure as the Master rose with solemnity, gripping his staff. Tayoung did not look toward Takju as a friend seeking forgiveness. Rather, his gaze mirrored that of a knight looking upon his shield: a tool forged specifically to weather the blows in his stead. For the heir to the throne, the existence of the "Whipping Boy" was the ultimate affirmation of his exalted status.
About Crown Prince Min Tae-yong.
"Error!" The word did not strike as a mere reprimand; it was the herald of a ritual that Min Tayoung had long since mastered. The Crown Prince of the Phoenix Empire lowered his blade with a measured slowness. His features bore no trace of regret or agitation; instead, they exuded a cold, royal stoicism. He wiped the sweat from his brow with th...Read more