On the second floor, only Alexander and Joyce Archduke remained.
Joyce Archduke looked at Alexander standing before him, his face pale, swallowing hard.
He tried to remain calm, tried to maintain the dignity of a royal family helmsman.
But in the end, fear overcame dignity.
Joyce Archduke took two steps back and bowed.
"Alexander, I sincerely apologize to you, I promise I will not trouble you again," Joyce Archduke said, trembling.
"Your promises mean nothing to me. I know you people well; you say one thing and do another," Alexander said with a smile.
As he spoke, he walked towards Joyce Archduke.
"Alexander, don't go too far!"
Joyce Archduke clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and straightened up.
Alexander didn't speak, just raised his fist.
Joyce Archduke clenched his fists, and a powerful aura burst forth from him.
A pure sacred force emanated from his body.
