Oswald's expression instantly stiffened.
The dismissal was worse than an insult.
His face first turned pale, then flushed with anger. He had expected Zion to be intimidated by his identity as the Prime Minister's son and future Crown Prince Consort. Instead, Zion had treated him as though he were nothing more than an irritating stranger.
The surrounding murmurs grew louder.
Neon Square had become an impromptu stage. Customers stopped browsing, shop assistants exchanged nervous glances, and people who had been passing by slowed down to watch.
Naturally, people were curious about what would happen when the two finally confronted each other.
"Look at Oswald's face. He's furious."
"He really chose the wrong person to provoke."
"Oswald has become even more arrogant since becoming the future Crown Prince Consort. He probably thought Prince Consort Zion would back down."
"But Zion doesn't look intimidated at all."
"Of course not. He's an imperial princess's consort now."
