Chapter 34

If there's anything Ezra Miller hated in his entire life, it was being summoned by King Argus. He disliked him so much that he never ceased to disobey him. Everyone might regard King Argus as their rightful king because of his achievements, reign, strength, and every army that he commands, but Ezra Miller regards him as a fool. A weak man who can't fight his battle alone.

He grumbled, rolled on his bed, and hissed in frustration. Why is it that the king never ceases to disturb his peaceful moments? Ezra hates Argus for that. That man surely knows when and how to interrupt his happy moments. He's just too arrogant.

"Ezra Miller, the king demands your presence on the battlefield." The servant that had come to summon him yelled.

He groaned, "Tell your king that I'll see him in the evening. I'm having a peaceful sleep now."

The servant dashed into his tent, removed the blanket that covered his body, revealing his naked buttocks, and slapped it.

Ezra groaned