"What on earth..."
"Father."
Before the strong middle-aged man could speak, Prince Andre called out, then stepped up onto the platform, swiftly snatching the Scepter of Time from his grip, and turned towards the Queen's seat.
"How dare you!"
Seeing the Scepter of Time, symbolizing the King's identity, taken away, not only did the strong middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widen, but the crowd in the main hall also erupted with anger, scolding and shouting with indignation.
"Stop! Do you know what you're doing?"
"You fool! You are not worthy of touching that thing!"
"Put down the scepter!"
"Guards! Where are the guards? Come in and seize him!"
What a nuisance...
Prince Andre was bothered by the painful shouting in the main hall and instinctively wanted them to shut up.
