�Ha! They created a faction in the northeast region and think they can do whatev-!�

�No.�

�Marquis-nim?�

The noble who had been raising his voice looked toward his leader, Marquis Sand Ailan. The Marquis started to speak with a stiff expression.

�That�s not it.�

What did he mean?

The moment that the noble had that question, the Marquis turned his head.

His gaze headed toward the closed door.

Screeeech.

The door slowly opened.

All of the nobles stopped whispering to each other and stood up.

However, they could not help but start to whisper once again.

Crown prince Alberu Crossman. He was wearing a fancy outfit that was even fancier than ever before. He then asked the knight a question as he entered the door.

�Why are you not introducing my close friend?�

The knight stood at attention and shouted once again.

�His highness, crown prince Alberu Crossman, and the Northeast region�s Military Commander, Cale Henituse, are now entering!�

Tap, tap.

The two of their footsteps echoed inside the hall.

The smiling Alberu Crossman walked in with Cale Henituse next to him.

Cale who was wearing black in order to symbolize the Roan Kingdom�s Northeast region�s Navy, walked into the hall with a stoic expression.

Cale and crown prince Alberu. The two of them were heading toward the same spot.

This was telling the nobles of Cale�s status.

He was someone who could stand on par with the next king of the Roan Kingdom.

Cale Henituse stood there beside the crown prince. JrNovels.com