Ch 8: First Fight

"Oh! Your highness, was lodging here last night? And here I was searching for you in the whole city in vain!" A cheerful voice came out from the stairs.

One by one, around 30 elven people came up to the second floor. Seeing them, Avery became dignified and hurriedly closed the door that was Azalias's behind.

"Oh? Am I that popular with you guys to search for me through the whole city?" Azalias knew their remark was sarcastic, and he was thinking in his heart, "Fuck! I am really fucked up now! What should I do now? Whose place I took in this fucking transmigration system?"

He was troubled in his heart, but he composed himself soon. He thought, 'Well, I am a crowned prince. I don't understand what a goblin prince was doing with elves. But I am going to act mightily as a crowned prince and get away from here quickly. Then will think thoroughly what the fuck is going on!'

"Hehehe, Your Highness. I am your biggest fan. An unintelligent goblin evolved into a being that redefined the history of goblins and races of this world. The first being in the history of the Alfheim Continent, who is not an Elf yet became the crown Prince of an elf nation. Of course, I will search for you through the whole city only to have a glance of you, your highness." A pale-skinned, tall and handsome elven man spoke out of the elves who finally reached the floor. His long hairs and eyes were pale azure-colored.

Though he was saying the achievement of Azalias's previous self like a proud follower, the delivery speech tone was pretty much sarcastic. He was smiling brightly. Azalias knew from his smiling expression that he was gloating at his misfortune.

"Oh? I am flattered very much. Please keep flattering me. One day maybe I will throw you one or two bones." Azalias chuckled arrogantly.

"You..."

"Reselor, stop embarrassing yourself." An aloof young elven man interrupted the prince who spoke earlier.

The prince who had spoken just now had the same hair and eyes color as Reselor. But he was taller and more handsome, and the long ice-blue colored leather robe on his handsome body made him the most dazzling person among all of the elven men there were present. Almost every girl from earth might have a crush on him just for his devilishly handsome face.

"Yes, the eldest brother." Reselor lowered his head in embarrassment. It seemed he was afraid of both Azalias and the eldest prince.

"She is here! I can smell her." A middle-aged elven man beside them spoke immediately. His hair and eyes were silver-colored, his skin was pale like other elves, but he has many blue tints in his body.

Azalias was a bit panicked again. He could feel the subconsciously exerted pressure by the middle-aged elven man. He must not let the man find out about princess Filuna.

The silvery white-haired elven man hurried his steps to enter the room, but Azalias was standing in the midway of the door. He didn't move an inch rather stared at the silvery white-haired elven man fiercely. The silvery white-haired elven man also responded to him furiously, "What's the meaning of this?"

"Your highness, please move aside. Let his excellency, Ausar, search the room." The eldest prince said firmly. Although he was the eldest prince of an elven country, he still had to address a royal guard from the Eladrin with the utmost respect.

'The eldest prince's aloof stature in front of me, the crown prince, proved that he was a rival in power. Yet, he had to address this old geezer with the utmost respect. I have to be on guard around this old geezer.' He acted as he was displeased with the eldest prince's tone. He sneered and looked at the eldest prince scornfully, "Hmph. Now you are ordering me?"

"Hmph...What if I am?" The eldest prince also countered with a sneer and looked at him in the same way as him.

"Hahahaha... It seemed like you gained some weight and grew some wings to your back. Hahaha, don't fly so high this soon. You may break your wings and fall and turn into a meat paste." Azalias laughed wholeheartedly as he felt proud of his own provocative speech as he said again, "I don't want to miss you so soon, hahaha."

"You..." The eldest prince gritted his teeth as he was burning with rage. He felt like to beat the blue out of this arrogant greenish creature.

Avery and the princes were dumbfounded hearing the conversation between them. Especially Avery was the most socked one and was thinking, 'What happened to his highness! He was always a quiet, gentlemanly, and mannerable person. I never heard him provoking anyone nor saw him acting such brazenly before.'

But Ausar became annoyed by these sarcastic and provocative conversations. He stared at Azalias and shouted annoyingly, "Prince Oron, please move aside."

'Prince Oron? So the name of this body's previous self is Oron. Quite a mighty name.' Azalias was pleased with the name head gained as he smiled merrily at Ausar, "Oh! It seems your excellency Ausar forgot to address appropriately."

As they were bickering, 40-50 goblin-like creatures came hurriedly from the downstairs, and soon they knelt to Azalias and shouted, "King..."

Seeing the legion of Oron, Ausar, Elven princes, and the other royal guards became a bit restless. They wanted to finish searching soon before everyone realized what's going on. But Azalias felt relieved a bit seeing his previous self's legion. Now he could use them to distract and escape from this trouble.

Ausar had gotten impatient as he didn't show respect anymore and tried to push Azalias out of the way. But Azalias caught his hand firmly and pulled Ausar toward him, then he flipped Ausar and pushed him toward the eldest prince. He was a bit stunned about his own strength.

Losing his balance, Ausar fell upon the eldest prince. The eldest prince caught Ausar, he could have dodged the coming Ausar, but he feared that, if he dodged and Ausar tipped on the floor and got offended, Ausar might harbor a grudge against him.

"Prince Oron, You are offending us, The Elmahnean eldest princess's bodyguards. We are here to search for our princess. We have information that she had been kidnapped and brought here." Another young elven royal guard wearing grey-colored armor said with a frown. His stature said that he was the leader of the guards of the Elmahnean royal family.

"What if I am offending you puny guards? What if she had been kidnapped? She is not here, and it's unrelated to me. Go away, or else I will take extreme measures." Azalias held his head aloof and stared fiercely at the young elven guard. But in his heart, he was questioning, "The princess in the room was kidnapped! Fuck! Did the previous Prince Oron kidnap her and die from over sex with the other two girls before he enjoyed her?"