Chapter 90
Chapter 90
As the crown prince made his entrance, the hall fell silent as if doused with water. The nobles, who had been cheering nearby, now sealed their lips and watched him intently.
“Vice-Captain!” bellowed Leon with a voice tinged with anger, prompting the vice-captain to step forward.
“It appears that Bruce Dwight, the eldest son of the Dwight family, has insulted Cruel Dwight, the third son. In response, Yan, a colleague from the Dragon Knight Project, has challenged him to a duel,” reported the vice-captain calmly, a flicker of interest crossing Leon’s eyes as he glanced at the awkwardly standing Yan.
A subtle smile seemed to play on Leon’s lips, but his voice remained stern. “Shouldn’t you have intervened? Are you saying you just stood by and watched as this unfolded in the banquet hall?”
The vice-captain replied without a hint of guilt, “The sanctity of a duel is a tradition established by our founding emperor, Bahamut Caballan. I have neither the right nor the reason to interfere.”
“Hmm,” Leon Caballan grunted, looking down at the fallen Bruce, who was being supported by his father, Count Dwight. Leon’s gaze held no concern or worry, merely assessing the physical condition.
Once he ascertained that Bruce had sustained no fatal injuries, Leon turned away. “Those responsible for this commotion, regardless of the outcome, have erred by causing a disturbance. Return to your quarters and reflect on your actions,” he instructed Bruce and Yan, who bowed their heads in acknowledgment.
The banquet hall remained steeped in silence until Leon departed. That’s when it happened.
“It’s been a while, Your Highness,” greeted a voice as someone entered the hall, addressing the departing Leon.
The voice was deep and resonant, carrying an air of authority. The nobles lifted their heads slightly and widened their eyes in surprise.
‘Duke Beowulf?’