Two dark-skinned, burly, muscular, androgynous-looking humans appeared in front of the crowd. They were standing between the silver Dragon Whelp and Viscount Fitch's men.
"Who are you?"
"Are you trying to ruin my happy occasion?"
I am Viscount Feige of cheek city. My father is a Duke, and has been on good terms with the royal family for generations. If you want to go against our Feige family, you'd better think twice about your own abilities.
Seeing the two uninvited guests who had arrived with the wind, Viscount Feige's eyes flickered and he brought up his family background.
"If you come after me again, you'll have to bear the consequences."
With that, the wind rose again and formed a tornado, directly pulling the young female Warlock and the little silver Dragon into it. The two suspicious humans who had suddenly arrived here disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Viscount Feige was stunned as he watched the tornado leave.
