"Pfft! Prince Nolan really crushed him," Orlan chuckled, shaking his head.
He had expected this outcome, but seeing it unfold in person still left him both surprised and impressed.
Beside him, Syra couldn't help but smile. She glanced at her husband and said, "You were right, dear. Prince Nolan got out of that mess so easily! You're a genius!"
At first, she had thought Nolan would be no match for Allen—after all, he was the son of the prestigious Ashvale family.
Even with Orlan's reassurances, she hadn't been able to shake off her worries.
As it turned out, Orlan had been right all along. Nolan handled Allen's provocation with ease and came out on top.
Orlan smiled at her praise. It had been a long time since he'd last heard a compliment from his wife—probably back when they were still engaged, nearly seven years ago.
"It's not that I'm a genius or anything," Orlan said casually. "I just believe in Prince Nolan."
