The banquet hall's atmosphere had grown unbearably tense. Felix Metternich was held tightly by his father, Caspar, but his cold eyes had turned red with fury. He glared at Leon like a venomous snake about to devour its prey, growling like a beast as his pale-gray, deceptive aura surged uncontrollably. It seemed he would break free at any moment and pounce on Leon, tearing him apart!
Caspar Metternich's face had turned livid. He was furious at his son's loss of control, but even more enraged by Leon's remark, "It's not like I'm your dad." He trembled from head to toe. This had crossed the line of aristocratic rivalry. It was a naked, intolerable insult! When had the Metternich family ever suffered such humiliation?!
Victor Windsor stood in front of Leon, his expression grave. He released the imposing pressure of an Earth Knight, intimidating Felix, who was poised to strike, but inside, his thoughts were in turmoil. What was wrong with that good-for-nothing Leon today? First came his "dinner guest theory," then his "dance partner reservation," and now he'd hurled an insult fit for a street thug! Had he gone mad? Was he trying to bring the heavens crashing down?!
The guests around them had gradually fallen silent, their initial laughter and eagerness to watch the drama fading. The air was heavy with the oppressive feeling of a storm about to break. This was no longer a simple case of young people fighting over a romantic interest. It now concerned the dignity of two powerful marquis houses! One wrong move could spark an unpredictable conflict!
Eldest Princess Elinor, Reinhardt Windsor, Marcus Soros, and the other key figures all looked unusually serious. Even Eliza, who had been keeping out of it, showed a trace of concern in her violet eyes.
Everyone thought