While Leonard was busy being burned by the Blood Essence offered from Eleanor to help reconstruct his mana body in the room, the outside remained a battlefield of politicalness.
"Where is the Crown Prince?" Norman glanced around the surroundings and inquired. Even though he was commanded to come here to receive permission, he knew very well it was just a formality.
If there was really going to be a punishment, then he would have been punished on the spot like General Henry and his family.
There was no need to be transported to the Crown Prince's palace whatsoever.
The guards were also informed of Norman's identity, so they didn't respond or command him to stop.
They lacked that kind of authority… except for someone else.
"Is the Crown Prince someone the likes of you can ask without any regard for protocol?" Emerging from the shadows was none other than Spencer. His eyes were chilly, and his tone of speech was even more unfriendly.
