"I am the one you've been seeking, Your Highness the Prince..."
Nolan's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently at the black-cloaked man.
"Do you recognize me?" he asked cautiously.
"Hahaha!" The man burst out laughing. "Of course I know you, Your Highness. How could I not? You are the most infamous trash prince in the Great Velmora Empire—no, even neighboring kingdoms and empires know your name. If I'm not mistaken, you have countless nicknames—one of them being the wild prince who doesn't follow the rules, right?"
Nolan's expression darkened at the mockery. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
The black-cloaked man noticed it anyway, and the faint smile on his lips widened.
"By the way, Your Highness," the man said, folding his arms across his chest, "I didn't expect you to possess such extraordinary strength. Have you been hiding it all this time?"
