Chapter 208: The Mounteclair Ball IX

As the air in the room grew heavier with intrigue, another figure made his entrance. This man, shirt wide open, displaying his rippling six-pack abs and sun-darkened skin, looked every bit like a Viking warrior from tales of old. The only thing missing was the battleaxe slung over his shoulder. With a commanding presence, he stood among the seated dukes, his posture exuding raw power. His sharp gaze scanned the room before settling on Prince with an expression of cold disdain.

"My dukes!" the Viking-like man bellowed, his deep voice resonating through the chamber. The fat duke shifted in his chair, and even Bishop Frank raised an eyebrow at the man's audacious entry.

Prince turned slightly to Duke, whose subtle glance conveyed everything. This situation was growing more precarious by the second. They were outnumbered, and though there was no immediate physical threat, the tension in the room suggested something was about to transpire—something potentially disastrous.