Leon's roar, like a volcano erupting, carried the bloody, rusty stench of the Rebellion of the Eight Marquises twenty years ago. Like a blizzard from the Northern Frontier, it froze the entire banquet hall in an instant! The Metternich father and son had been struck in their most painful wound. Caspar was overcome with rage, Felix was consumed by resentment and fear, and the surrounding guests held their tongues in terror. Everyone was utterly stunned by this sudden, naked revelation of an old family feud!
A deathly silence and the thick smell of gunpowder hung in the air. Leon Hohenzollern, the wastrel everyone had always dismissed as useless, now seemed like a battle blade suddenly drawn from its sheath—rusted, yet chillingly sharp—sending a shiver down everyone's spine! He had shattered the unspoken understanding of noble society and laid bare its most brutal secret. It was a madness bordering on mutual destruction!
Victor Windsor's expression was grim. The situation had spiraled completely out of control! The Windsor Family's Coming-of-Age Ceremony had become the flashpoint for a long-standing feud between the Hohenzollerns and the Metternich family! If word got out, it would be a serious blow to the Windsor Family's reputation!
At this tense moment, with the situation on the verge of exploding—
"Hoo—!"
A deep, resonant horn call, full of authority and power, suddenly sounded from outside the gates of the Windsor Residence! It wasn't an alarm signaling an enemy attack, but a ceremonial fanfare sounded by the Imperial Household's honor guard to announce the arrival of an important figure!
Immediately afterward, the Windsor guard captain stationed at the hall entrance called out in a voice infused with battle energy, clear and loud, his words carrying barely concealed shock and respect:
"The Imperial Marshal! His Highness Prince Augustus has arrived!"
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