Cold sweat trickled down Derumoa's back. He had never been this scared since becoming emperor.
Could he be someone above Mythical Knight?
This thought made him shiver.
As someone who was stuck at the peak of the 4-Ringed Beast Soul Grandmaster, he was aware of the big gulf to advance to the next realm.
He had been stuck at this stage for a long time. It was like an invisible chasm he could not overcome.
To think that House Silversword actually has an expert at that level… How terrifying!
His eyes inadvertently turned to the side where his son was standing.
Because of this bastard, we unintentionally provoked them!
With a dark look, he commanded. "Rucan, summon all the high-ranking officials and warriors to the throne room!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Rucan acknowledged the command with a bow before he turned around and left.
As soon as he walked away, the emperor glared at his son and muttered. "Follow me."
