"This fucking commoner… do you even understand what nobility is about?"
Felix's voice came out sharp and heated as he leaned slightly forward, his eyes locked onto Nate with clear irritation, but Nate didn't move even a little. He stood there with the same calm posture, shoulders relaxed, gaze steady, as if Felix's anger had not reached him at all.
"He's not wrong though."
Bale spoke from the side, his tone firm as he looked directly at Felix, and for a brief moment the air shifted.
Keith, who had been sitting quietly to the right with one leg stretched and the other bent, slowly sipping from a cold cup of orange juice, almost spat everything out. He froze midway, then swallowed hard, lowering the cup while shaking his head.
"Bale… you idiot…"
He muttered under his breath, already knowing what was about to happen.
Felix's gaze snapped toward Bale, his eyes narrowing as he looked down on him like he was something beneath his notice.
