"You…" Allen was stunned, then growled in anger.
He had always known Nolan to be a wild man with no regard for rules, but he hadn't expected him to humiliate him so openly.
The young nobles behind Allen couldn't help but laugh at Nolan's words.
But as soon as they noticed Allen's glare, they immediately fell silent and pretended not to have heard anything.
Allen snorted coldly, his eyes burning with anger and irritation as he looked at Nolan.
"Don't play dumb, Nolan Lorian. I know you recognize me. I'm quite famous, and we've met before," he said sharply, arms crossed over his chest.
He no longer addressed Nolan as 'Your Highness,' choosing instead to speak his name directly—a clear sign that he was done pretending to be polite.
Nolan yawned lazily and shook his head. He lifted Eliza into his arms, then looked at Allen with cold, indifferent eyes.
"So, what do you want from me?" He asked flatly.
