Chapter 397 Please Put A Collar On Your Dogs

Chapter 397 Please Put A Collar On Your Dogs

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'Oh dear god, what kind of crime did I commit to have such a bad day of my life on such an important day? I hope Yuan remains calm and does not do anything foolish against the holy son and the holy knights accompanying him.' Inwardly, King Richard prayed to the god.

"Impressive..." Impressed by the strength displayed by the holy knights, Aurther grinned broadly and thought, 'As expected of the Holy Knights personally selected by His Eminence Bishop Vincent to protect me from harm. They're extremely strong!'

Then, he turned to look at Yuan, wondering how he would respond; would he be able to maintain composure in the face of their might, or would he give in and apologize to him for his imprudence?

As the pressure from the holy knights increased, Aurther's amused smile grew wider, and his eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he watched Yuan silently sitting in his seat without saying a word.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the demand for an apology hung in the air like a looming storm.

'A mere mortal demanding an apology from Me...How amusing!' Yuan smiled inwardly.

"Do I need to remind you?" The Holy Knight's voice thundered once more, his tone brooking no disobedience. "Apologize. Now!"

The royal family, already trembling with apprehension, felt the weight of the situation pressing down upon them like a suffocating blanket.

Mireya and Aylvia exchanged worried glances, their hearts heavy with concern for Yuan's stubbornness in the face of such overwhelming force.

It is not their fault, though, that they are thinking as they are; they are unaware of Yuan's strength, and the men in front of them are the Holy Son of the Holy Light Empie, the strongest empire on the continent.Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

Even great noblemen are willing to end their own lives at the Holy Son's behest in order to please him.

'I wonder what he's going to do next. It appears that the Holy Son has no plans to stop his knights.' Concerned for Yuan, Mireya brooded in her head.

'Is this human a fool? How come he isn't saying sorry to the Holy Son? He can't lose anything by saying sorry.' With a sigh, Sylvia expressed her concern that the holy son would harm them.

Meanwhile, Anna, Grave, and the other wives of Yuan maintained an air of calm indifference, their expressions relaxed though untouched by the looming threat of the holy knights.

Their serene demeanor stood in stark contrast to the palpable tension radiating from the rest of the room.

Queen Matilda's brow furrowed in unease as she observed Yuan's wives' nonchalant response. Sensing the gravity of the situation, she sighed inwardly, a sense of foreboding setting in her heart.

"Yuan, please," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. 'Don't let your pride cloud your judgment or huge crises will befall the kingdom.'

"Don't make me repeat myself, you insolent brat!" The Holy Knights's voice thundered once more seeing that Yuan was still sitting on his seat. "APOLOGIZE. NOW!!"

Boom!

Each word dripped with disdain, echoing off the chamber walls and piercing the hearts of those who heard them. For Aurther, the Holy Son, Yuan's words were like a barrage of insults, each one striking a nerve and leaving behind a searing wound.

His expression darkened, a mask of pain and frustration as Yuan directed his mockery squarely at him.

"Well, your mortals should take this as a lesson from me for daring to order me around, and in the future try not to order me around. Or else..." Yuan said with a vicious grin on his face, and the Holy Knights nodded their heads quickly and understandingly.

As Yuan's grin grew, seeing the Holy Knights nod like submissive dogs, Aurther felt a wave of rage rising inside of him, a visceral reaction to the arrogance present.

"How dare you!" He exclaimed, his voice trembling With a mix of fury and indignation. "You will pay for your insolence!"

But Yuan merely laughed and shrugged, as he found himself amused by the Holy Son's sudden outburst due to losing his calm.

"Try me, Holy Son, Aurther," He taunted, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous spark. " But know this; I and my wives will not be cowed by the likes of you or your so-cold Holy Knights. Who couldn't even withstand a tiny fraction of my power, what an utter shame..."

"Enough!" Aurther's voice echoed through the chamber, his tone laced with anger and frustration. "You dare to insult the honor of the Holy Knights? You will pay dearly for your arrogance!"

He continued, "I will not allow you to disgrace our order any further. Prepare yourself, for justice will be swift and merciless."

Upon hearing those words, Yian felt like the Holy Son was looking down on him, however, he noticed that his mother Anna was signaling him not to start a fight at that moment, as it was a very important day for the kingdom.

Yuan took a deep breath to calm himself and looked at the Holy Son, Aurther with a cold expression on his face, which suddenly turned into a smile.

Suddenly, with a big smile on his face and a mocking tone in his voice, Yuan said, "Holy Son, Aurther, please pardon my boldness, but I'd like to give you some advice."

"If you want to avoid a situation like this in the future, please put a collar on your dogs. If you don't, there is a very high risk that your dogs will be slaughtered due to your lack of control over them."

'This bastard! How dare he insult me once again? I'll skin him alive!' Aurther's jaw clenched upon hearing Yuan's so-called 'advice', and a sense of shame washed over him which he never experienced before.

Clap! Clap!

The sudden sound of applause reverberated through the chamber, cutting through The tension like a knife. All eyes turned towards the entrance, curiosity piqued as to the identity of the newcomer who dared to interrupt the confrontation.

"Hahaha! Well said," A booming voice echoed, drawing the attention of everyone present. "Holy Son Aurther indeed needs to keep his subordinates under him, instead of letting them run wild like a bunch of street dogs."

As the words settled in the air, a figure strode confidently into the chamber, adorned in opulent golden Attie that spoke of wealth and privilege. With an aura of elegance and authority, he commanded attention effortlessly, his presence demanding respect.

Two knights, resplendent in their heavy armor, trailed behind him, their loyalty evident in every step they took. The sight of the young man prompted a wave of deference throughout the room, with the members of the royal family, as well as Mireya and Sylvia, rising from their seats to pay their respects.

Even Holy Son Aurther,his pride momentarily set aside, stood on the acknowledgment of the newcomer's arrival, recognizing the important figure before him.

Meanwhile, Yuan returned to his seat without even looking at the newcomer and sat beside his wives, and seeing this Grace smiled at him proudly.