Hearing the crisp sound of Apollon Joy's forehead striking the floor, Dean Bruce glanced at him in surprise. A red bruise had appeared on Apollon's forehead, the skin now broken, with blood slowly seeping out.
Dean Bruce didn't respond right away. Instead, he chuckled softly and asked, "You, a prince who holds military power in your hands, with the potential to become the king of an entire empire—why would you want to take me as your master?"
Hearing these words, Apollon Joy stopped his kowtowing, a bitter expression crossing his face as he replied, "Before all this happened, I, too, believed that my status and influence were among the highest in the entire empire. But when I was being hunted, I finally understood."
