"Hahaha! It's so crowded in here. Did I miss the party?"
Everyone was startled and immediately turned toward the source of the voice.
A tall, handsome, and well-built man walked in, followed by several men and women.
The moment they saw him, everyone's expressions changed.
"Y-You… First Prince, Ragnark Azyron!?" Keyn exclaimed in fear.
Nolan was stunned when he heard that name.
He stared intently at the man.
Ragnark wore an elegant and imposing black robe. He was quite tall—only half a head shorter than Nolan.
His hair was short and dark red, matching the color of his eyes.
But unlike ordinary humans, his pupils were vertical, resembling those of a dragon.
The aura he radiated was extremely intimidating—enough to make anyone who looked at him instinctively lower their head.
"So, he's Ragnark Azyron, huh?" he muttered quietly.
