Prince Khan hovered proudly in the air, his robes rippling with the surge of his aura, his gaze locked on the three women who had dared defy him. His lips curled in arrogance as he prepared to strike, but before he could unleash a single technique, a sharp, deliberate sound broke the tension.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The noise carried clearly across the crowded street. All eyes turned toward its source, and there stepped Lucas from the carriage, his movements slow and utterly unshaken by the hostility in the air. He walked forward with the composure of a man who feared nothing, his posture tall and unyielding. His expression was one of calm disdain, and when his hands finished their mocking applause, his smile widened ever so slightly.
"Bravo," Lucas drawled, his voice carrying across the gathering crowd. "Truly, I did not think the heir of mighty Lechia would descend from his golden carriage just to bully women weaker than himself. What a spectacle."
