255 Summit Meeting (Part 2)_1
With Joyce's furious shout, the banquet hall fell silent.
The eyes of the onlookers, who had been reveling in the spectacle, were instantly focused on Colin.
They all waited to see how this young but rapidly rising Viscount would handle the rage of the third son of the Duke.
Truth be told, Colin was not flustered at all.
Having been on the battlefield, he was accustomed to grand occasions. Moreover, compared to the overwhelming divine pressure of Duke St. Hilde, this Joyce was simply a little lion making empty threats.
Colin slightly bowed, his left hand on his chest, with a deliberately fearful look on his face: "Young Master Joyce, I wonder where I've overstepped. Please enlighten me."