Joshua, however, was unfazed by the threatening aura Caelum exuded.
His stern gaze met Caelum's icy stare with a steadfast defiance.
"Strouds? I couldn't care less about them. Their name isn't enough to threaten me," he retorted nonchalantly. "Not to mention, if they dare find faults with us Whitemore for this matter, they'll experience the wrath of a high-ranked Bloodline Warrior. And you should be worrying about yourself than others." Joshua's voice was filled with the unyielding resolve characteristic of the Whitemore clan, an outer region noble family of warriors. "A mere servant thinking he has the right to harm the son of a noble. This is a transgression worthy of death."
Joshua turned towards the crowd and asked, "Isn't that right?"
His words were followed by a silence, one that beckoned a response.
All eyes turned to the Queen's guard who had been observing the spectacle in stunned silence.
"Huh? You are talking to me?
