"Shut your mouth!"
"In front of His Highness, how dare you speak so presumptuously?!"
"Truly a hot-blooded youth—there's not even a trace of the composure that a true subject of the NK Kingdom should possess! A man like you should be…"
"Silence!"
Just as the court ministers were stirred into a frenzy, angrily trying to shoot down the proposal of the young official, a calm yet commanding hand slowly rose from the Iron Throne.
It was Charles. Sitting high above the court, he raised his hand, and the room instantly fell quiet.
He curled his lips into a mocking smile, then said with disdain, "Look at you. All of you, old, feeble, stuck in tradition. Yes, it's true—the ministers of NK Kingdom ought to strive for composure, to remain calm and measured no matter the challenge."
"But!"
Charles slammed his hand against the armrest of the Iron Throne and stood up, his voice thundering through the palace.
