Eugene stared at the elders without any expression, and Lanslo quickly whispered, “As I said before, the Batla Duchy holds a very special place in Brantia. The elders are acting like that because they are afraid that you will ask for their cooperation in taking Brantia’s throne.”

Still, they were being too shameless. Eugene looked at the elders with a cold gaze before speaking, “I’ve heard that you become brazen once you grow older, and it seems there’s no exception even within the Batla Duchy.”

“What did you say?!” one of the elders shouted.

“You don’t even have a grasp on reality. My army is just outside the walls. What do you think will happen if I give my orders?” Eugene asked.

“…!”

The expression of the elders underwent a rapid change after hearing a direct threat.

“S-sir! Are you going to betray your sense of honor? Such a devious tactic is unbefitting a true knight’s…” Vyort hurriedly stepped out.

Eugene turned his head and interrupted him in an arrogant voice. “Sir, before I am a knight, I am a member of the Tribe of the Darkness. Don’t you know how our kind usually are? Ah, and don’t call it devious. ‘Calculating’ sounds more dignified.”

“What?” Vyort said, dumbfounded.

One of the elders screamed, “What are you all doing? Capture that crazy man right this instant! How...