"Are you two about to fight in my presence," a cold and domineering voice echoed across the hall, followed by a chilling aura that spread frost throughout the banquet hall.
Some guests began to shiver as cold air escaped their mouths with each breath.
Gunther and Sigurd's expressions changed as they turned to look at the entrance of the banquet hall, followed by all the other guests.
Standing at the entrance were Felix Seraphine Netherfrost and Houston. Seraphine Netherfrost's gaze was cold, surrounded by swirling white mists, and she had a cold, expressionless face.
Gunther and Sigurd quickly moved to opposite sides of the hall. Gunther glanced at Seraphine with a complicated expression that quickly returned to normal.
Sigurd, on the other hand, looked at Seraphine with a mix of hatred, anger, and fear in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly.
