The prince's advisor looked stunned by the way things were developing, but there was little he could do now.
His muscle, one of the Cerdo's guard knights, was still being held back by Novak. And it was clear that neither Marcus nor Mrazivý cared about the prince's status. They did not live in Houten, and being mithril rank adventurers, the two of them could easily leave the nation whenever they wanted.
"How dare you insult his highness in such a manner!" The guard knight yelled.
He then attempted to shake Novak off, but to no avail. His strength stat wasn't even half of what Novak's was.
"Why don't you take a nap."
Moving incredibly quickly, Novak brought his free hand up to the knight's head and flicked him.
The force of the strike rattled the man's brain and despite his training and relatively high level he was unable to remain conscious.
"What are you doing?!" The advisor said in shock.