Son of A Halfling

"This man is working for the slaving kingdom!" The Knight of Nobility stood up from his seat, gripping the handle of his sword. "He's nothing but a spy!"

"Are you sure that I'm the spy?" Arthur laughed as his aura exploded, threatening and overbearing. "Someone in this court betrayed me and told the Duke of Fire about my location. If things went differently, I would have died there."

His rage was suffocating to witness, and the words made the nobles glance at each other. They knew there was a leak of information, but no one dared to light the fuse.

"I understand your rage." A man, who was closing his eyes since earlier, stood up. His eyes were still closed as he walked toward Arthur and stood in front of him. "Yet, this behavior isn't how you're getting your answer."

The man was taller than Arthur. No, he was the tallest man in the hall. However, he wasn't lanky but had a body full of muscles. He was sitting under the sword symbol.