In the grand throne room, the air was thick with tension and confusion as King Lucian's gleeful laughter echoed through the opulent space. His pink hair cascaded down his back as he sat regally on his throne, his face a picture of amusement. The nobleman, Fitman, spoke out in protest, his voice tinged with anger and frustration.
"You can't be serious!" Fitman's voice reverberated through the hall. "Any one of us here has more claim to stand by your side four times over more than this boy!"
King Lucian's laughter subsided, and his expression turned serious as he locked eyes with the defiant nobleman. "Are you questioning me or advising me, Fitman?" The king's tone was firm, and his Mana pressure seemed to intensify, causing those present to feel the weight of his authority.