"Shut up."
Slyder pressed down on Gerard's shoulder. "I don't want to be commander of the Knights' Order. Act normal."
Gerard frowned. "But it belongs to you in the first place. Whoever objects, I'll cut them down."
"I object. Come on, cut me down. Go on." Slyder stretched out his neck and rolled his eyes.
"Gerard, you're not some hot-blooded teenage boy anymore. Could you be a little more levelheaded?"
"But..."
"No buts."
Slyder looked at Si Erweiqi. "Forget about making me a prince..."
"We can't!" Kelin and the old butler objected in unison.
Wan Lan spread her hands. "See, Duke Slyder? Everyone wants it. The minority follows the majority. Duke... no, Your Highness. Congratulations."
Slyder closed his eyes briefly. "Great Xia sent you here to torment me, didn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" Wan Lan's eyes widened. "You people chose the candidate. The prince was your choice."
Slyder slowly covered his head. "I really do hate you people after all."
Wan Lan smiled. "But we don't hate you."
Slyder felt that meeting Hold Up the Heavens had been his doom. Who didn't hate him after meeting him? The Emperor of New Rome's younger brother, Duke Slyder, was notorious throughout the Present World for his arrogance and disdain for others.
He had driven many people away that way, but with Hold Up the Heavens, he had met his Waterloo.
He couldn't outargue them or escape them, yet these people didn't hate him. They even found him interesting.
Slyder took a deep breath. He was out of options.
"I've never met anyone like you."
Both corners of Wan Lan's mouth curved into a mischievous grin. "Now you have."
Slyder: ...
The Old Secretary smiled like a butler in a melodramatic novel, as though he would deliver a classic line the