Ferdinand stared at Rucan with disbelief.
"L-Lord Commander… why did you…" He was seething with rage.
He had never been slapped in his life. He felt humiliated.
Rucan's face was grim. He had long tolerated the crown prince's personality, but this time was different. They were facing a warrior who had confidently insulted the crown prince at their doorstep. This meant that the other party held substantial power.
Without responding to Ferdinand, Rucan sent Demetrio a deep look. "I think His Highness is not feeling well. Please take him back to his quarters, Lord Demetrio."
Demetrio understood his intentions, but hesitated for a moment. He was a subordinate of the crown prince so he should never follow someone else's instructions.
Did the Lord Commander also sense something dangerous about this stranger?
He thought with a frown.
The aura released by the man in the sky was profound. It was oppressive enough to shake someone like him.
