"I would like to have some words with the geniuses of the South Region."
The masked figure's voice was calm, composed, but slightly hoarse—a subtle distortion, deliberately altered.
A calculated move.
A voice that was unrecognizable, ensuring no one would connect it to the name "Max."
Because if they did, things would get complicated.
Crown Prince Aelric's frown deepened.
His sharp, analytical mind immediately began assessing the situation.
Just moments ago, he had successfully de-escalated the situation with the South Region's geniuses. He had convinced Arthur to step down—even if it was only a temporary retreat.
But now—
Someone had just appeared out of nowhere, inserting themselves into the confrontation with deliberate intent.
Someone unknown.
Someone masked.
And most concerning of all—someone whose aura was completely unreadable.
Aelric's gaze sharpened as he tried to sense the masked figure's strength.
Nothing.
That wasn't normal.
