Nicholas was the first to speak.
"Sir Sylvester! This is beyond disrespect! Execute him now!"
Nathaniel sneered, his voice laced with venom.
"He’s gone too far! No one in Prescott has ever dared slap a warrior!"
Catherine's eyes gleamed with malice.
"What are you waiting for? Execute him! Execute his entire family!"
Sylvester’s fingers clenched into a fist, his breathing ragged. His gaze darkened as he glared at Lance.
But Lance stepped forward with a cold and ruthless expression.
"You’re just a mere warrior," he said, his voice carrying across the hall.
He took another step closer, glaring daggers at Sylvester.
"And yet you dare oppress others? Why shouldn’t I slap you?"
The crowd gasped.
Sylvester’s teeth clenched as his hand lifted to his throbbing cheek. His pride was sh
