Sisiya Country. Saint Kies Castle.
Inside the magnificent palace, a young man and a young woman stood side-by-side, looking at an empty, golden chair before them.
Their facial structures were similar, and they shared the same pale-gold hair and silvery-white eyelashes—clear signs of their shared bloodline.
At this moment, both wore frigid expressions, and the atmosphere was icy.
After a moment, the young man was the first to break the silence.
"Yelena, you don't really think that after running off to some academy at North Star for two months, you can come back and compete with me, do you?"
"If you thought I couldn't, then why did you send people to threaten my teacher?" Yelena said coldly. "Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?"
Hearing this, the young man's expression turned awkward. He scoffed, "I'll threaten whoever I want. What's a mere teacher?"
"…"
