Chaos City Lord, Thunder God

William heard this remark and paid it no mind, simply watching Keane Angus quietly.

He wanted very much to see how this Second Prince intended to resolve the problem.

He had considered many approaches—for instance, Caesar ignoring it, or handling it with some kind of law, or perhaps making a concession first, or even asking him to offer an apology of some sort.

After all, this was trouble of his own making.

Yet through this trouble, William could likewise discern whether it remained worthwhile for him to continue making additional investments in Caesar.

Thus, the ensuing performance by this Second Prince proved rather interesting.

He walked straight toward that Mage.

He swung his hand abruptly.

Slap.

The sound of the strike echoed down half the street.

The left cheek of this young Mage had already been swollen to begin with, and now a bright red palm print appeared on his right cheek as well.

The fellow was somewhat dazed.

Yet this Mage dared not retaliate, nor even dare to dodge.

Even though the Caesar before him was merely a Grandmaster Professional, standing behind him were entirely Domain Warriors, with powerful Legendary-Class Professionals standing tall in his background.

While he himself was merely a lackey to First Prince Peter.

Subsequently, Caesar even walked right up in front of him and pointed at his own face: "Did I hit you?"

Gulp.

The young Mage shook his head nervously.

Caesar pointed at William instead: "Did he hit you?"

The Mage looked aggrieved enough to burst into tears.

Yet he still shook his head.

Peter finally could not hold back any longer, roaring through clenched teeth: "Who gave you the authority to assault a Magic Academy instructor on the street?"

"Father just appointed me as the Imperial Palace Forbidden Army Grand Commander. Someone spoke