Chapter 66 Beating Amos Up

[Ares] The guardsmen were courteous to me, escorting me and Kugler to the royal castle. That was where I saw my father, and Amos was by his side. “I can’t believe you’d collude with the Western Werewolves!” My father smashed a crystal glass in a fit of rage. I stood there with my back straight. As he took his anger out on me, I responded in a flat tone, “I did not.” “You did not, or you have not? You–” “Father!” It took Amos a while to snap out of his trance when he saw Kugler by my side. “That’s him! He’s Kugler of the Western Werewolves!” Amos called the guards in a fluster, but the guardsmen answered to no one except my father. He looked comical with his finger pointing at Kugler and his eyes bulging. “You must be Prince Amos.” Kugler greeted royalty in accordance with the Sirian Empire customs. Although he had only learned the formalities, his gestures were standard and flawless. “I believe you might have the wrong guy. I’m not a Western Werewolf. I’m just a hunter