"Young man, who are you, and is there a reason you barged into this gathering?... You'd better have a good answer or I would be forced to have your head." Harold remarked sternly.
Ignoring the asshole he called a father, Max turned his attention to Harold, bowing slightly as he replied. "I greet the Prime Minister of the Empire. It is an honor to be in your presence."
"Enough with the pleasantries. Answer my questions."
Max stood upright. "I understand that you must be upset that I came in here without an invitation, causing a ruckus along the way but I have a really good reason for doing so."
"Then get to it!" a nameless noble chipped in from the side, clearly pissed that Max dared to cut short their opportunity to hug the thighs of the Minister.
Max faked a cough. "Ahem, I am here to save my friend. I hope the Minister would help me."
"Your friend?... What does that have to do with me?" Harold asked with a raised brow.
