Ingrid Aragon’s eyes were full of worry. Toleo finally came to an understanding when he saw Ingrid.

‘Ha! It was because of a mere girl. He got that girl in exchange for backing up the prince in the competition for the title of the crown.’

Otherwise, there would be no reason for the brat to act in such a reckless manner.

‘You’re acting like this just to impress one of your little girls? Keuk! That’s why brats are…’

Toleo shifted his gaze away from Ingrid back to Ian Aragon and Alan Pendragon.

“I apologize that I did not greet you first. But besides you, his Grace Pendragon is acting in such a crude…”

“Ugly and a foul mouth, and now you’re showing off your stupidity?”

“…What?”

“A guy who was chased out of his house is actually trying to stand on equal ground with me. Toleo Arangis, do you represent the Arangis Duchy here?”

Toleo’s expression distorted. It was true that people were afraid and cautious in the way they treated him because of who his father was. However, he did not represent the Arangis Duchy.

Having a family background and representing that family were entirely different matters, and Alan Pendragon had caught onto that fact.

Thud!

Toleo Arangis slammed his glass down and stood in front of Alan Pendragon. He stood towering...