Flame Graham, the Third Prince of the Royal Country.
Among the five princes, he was the 'Young Master Flame', ranked second.
In the past, he was covered in glories.
But today, he has become the object of others' ridicule.
"Father emperor…"
Soon, Flame Graham saw.
His father, the Emperor of the Royal Country, seemed to have no reaction at all to the sarcasm directed at him.
His face was calm, showing no joy or anger.
"Could it be, does the emperor also think I'm inferior to them? Does he look down on me too?"
Flame Graham's heart trembled, a bitter smile filled the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, Flame Graham's gaze became firm.
"The me of now, is no longer the me of the past!"
Flame Graham held himself upright, his gaze sharp as lightning, radiant from head to toe.
Under everyone's gaze.
Flame Graham's gaze fell on the young man in purple in the distance. "Wyatt Barnes!"
"Wyatt? Is Flame Graham challenging Wyatt?"
