As soon as the words fell, Chester's face went deathly pale.
Cold sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.
His feet stumbled, and he nearly fell to the floor.
Tilting his head, Ron feigned confusion. "What's wrong? Do you think there's still a problem somewhere?"
"N-No, that's not what I meant..."
Chester began to regret it now, thinking that he had been far too aggressive earlier.
But he had already spoken in absolutes from the start, and he had never imagined this topic could somehow be dragged all the way to His Majesty Andre. That was why he had been so fearless, believing himself to stand on the side of justice.
Yet with a few words from Ron, he had been placed directly in opposition to His Majesty Andre?
That was absurd, wasn't it?
But his mind was a complete mess now. He could not find any flaw in Ron's logic at all, and cold sweat covered his body as he found himself riding a tiger with no way to dismount.
At that moment, a voice came from the opposite side of the dance floor.
"Chester, stop wasting everyone's time." The First Prince sat in the distance, his calm voice piercing through the crowd and carrying across the hall.
Chester's expression tightened. He had not expected even the First Prince to speak personally.
Compared with the Seventh Prince and Princess Mia, the First Prince's prestige was clearly far more intimidating.
He no longer dared delay. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Ron. "Your Highness Ron..."
"Don't rush." Ron raised a hand to stop him, then stepped aside and gestured with his eyes toward Mia behind him.
Mia understood at once. She hurriedly took Nora's hand and pushed her forward.
Still dazed, Nora walked to Ron's side. Ron took her hand