Old Goth saw trouble brewing and quickly stepped forward to mediate.
He took a step up, hastily helping the fallen man to his feet, subtly positioning himself between the two.
"Sir. Your Grace. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding."
"No, I hit exactly this idiot," Ashu stated firmly.
What the hell kind of era was this? How could someone be so blind and stupid?
This guy looked every bit the spoiled brat—didn't know who had even done his makeup.
"Idiot? Stupid?" The slick, well-groomed man clutched his face, still stunned. It was the first time in his life anyone had dared insult him like that.
Old Goth's expression tensed, and he frantically signaled Ashu with his eyes, whispering, "This man is Cardinal Kakarim's only son. Please, guest, don't provoke him any further."
"Oh?"
Ashu had come here to meet the Cardinal himself, but unexpectedly ran into his son first.
Judging by this son's attitude, the Cardinal probably wasn't much better.
