Who do you think you are? (2)

It was just too bad that things wouldn't go the way that this young man wanted.

After a moment of silence, there was a voice that cut through the silence.

This was a voice that was filled with majesty and prestige.

"Who do you think you are?"

The moment that the young man heard this, he couldn't help knitting his brows slightly.

He couldn't help feeling that this voice was familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had heard it before.

Still, he didn't feel like he would lose, so he said, "Who am I? Who do you think you are?"

After saying this, he turned around while still pointing that sword forward and saying, "I am the son of Marquis Heiman, Timothy Heiman. I'm someone that is far more noble than you."

But the moment that he turned around, he couldn't help being shocked.

After all, even if he didn't recognize the person, there was no missing the crown on this person's head.

Standing behind him was the king.