Beside the throne sat an old man dressed in royal robes. His aura was restrained, yet every single person inside the room unconsciously avoided eting his eyes for too long.
The forr king of the Lionheart Kingdom.
Although he had only recently stepped down from the throne, no one within the kingdom dared ignore his presence. In many ways, his influence remained just as terrifying as before.
On both sides of the eting hall sat the kingdom's highest-ranking officials, nobles, generals, and powerful supernaturals.
Mage Lian could naturally be seen seated toward the far left side of the chamber. The old mage's face looked unusually pale today.
In truth, it was the sa for everyone else within the eting room because every single person present understood the sa thing.
The Lionheart Kingdom had stepped into dangerous waters. Very dangerous waters.
Directly at the center of the hall, standing beneath countless gazes, were three trembling figures.
The Ninth Prince.
The Tenth Prince.
And Count Hallen.
If Michael were present here, he would instantly recognize two of the three.
Especially the Ninth Prince.
Arianne's forr fiancé.
And the Tenth Prince.
The root cause behind everything from the very beginning.
Compared to the two princes, Count Hallen looked significantly worse. Sweat continuously dripped down the man's face while his pale lips trembled slightly.
The eting hall remained silent for several long monts.
No one spoke.
No one even dared breathe too loudly.
Everyone present had already received detailed reports regarding what happened at the flying port.
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