Surrounded by many royal ministers gathered around the round table where the scheduled conference was going on, Xanthus was resting on the ruby-embellished beautiful throne which was the prime seat of the table.
Next to him, Randall was standing still keeping a cold grimace. The entire hall was silent and none of the ministers weren't speaking a word before Prince Xanthus would permit them to do so.
However, even though Xanthus stayed still and quiet, his facial expression looked a little fierce as well as thoughtful. He seemed to be contemplating something in his mind, and bothered by it which Randall could read from his face.
But his solemn appearance made the atmosphere more intense as others were being overly cautious around him.
'I don't understand…why did Illay challenge me into a sword dual all of a sudden?' His pointed brows frowned a little deeper as the thought bothered Xanthus again in his mind.
