The ground of the palace trembled slightly, another National Pillar has collapsed.
The oblivious nobles began to panic.
Albert was the first to rush to the side of the fallen uncle.
He crouched down, and an ugly little dragon crawled out from his pocket.
The little dragon approached Prince Alex, sniffed, and slowly shook its head.
The Emperor was furious.
The Dragon's Might swept through the entire hall like a tsunami.
Artor instinctively protected Ellie Miller, shielding her from the power unleashed by his father's anger.
The night banquet was forcibly ended.
Chaos, everything is in chaos.
Since the establishment of the Sacredragon Empire, the Royal Family has not had a scandal involving blood relatives killing each other.
Ellie Miller was sent back to the room by Artor.
Artor's face looked terrible.
The pain of physically resisting the Emperor's Dragon's Might was nothing compared to the heartache of learning his cousin harmed his uncle.
