“Sebastian, don’t think too highly of yourself. Everyone else is kneeling. Do you think you’re special?” Elsa asked.
“Men don’t get on their knees for no reason. If others want to kneel, let them. I definitely am not doing it,” Sebastian replied, sipping his drink nonchalantly. There was no rule that one must kneel before a God of War. Even the Supreme One never demanded such submission.
“Sebastian, why are you so stubborn? I’m saying this for your own good. Lord Wavebreaker and Lord Northum are not like me. It doesn’t matter if you don’t kneel to me, but if you don’t kneel to them, you might anger them. They could easily take your life,” Elsa advised earnestly.
“They don’t deserve to have me on my knees.”
“You…” Elsa was so angry she didn’t know what to say. “Don’t blame me for not warning you if the Gods of War get angry.”
Elsa scoffed before ceasing her words and turning to look toward the entrance.
A group of people strode in. Leading them were two middle-aged men, both wearing golden armor, exuding an air of authority and sternness that easily commanded respect. They were Lord Wavebreaker and Lord Northum, followed by a group of black-armored guards.
“All hail, Gods of War!” The crowd shouted in unison, their voices shaking the hall.
“Rise,” Yale said softly.
“Thank
you, Lord Wavebreaker!” The crowd then stood up and retreated to the sides.
Right then, Gabriel scurried toward Yale. “My lord, you’re finally here. You must stand up for me!”
Gabriel looked utterly aggrieved, like a child complaining to an adult after being bullied.
“What happened?” Yale asked.
With a pitiful expression, Gabriel complained, “My lord, I was beaten up. It’s one thing for him to hit me, but the main point is that I am one of your people. He knew this and still hit me. He clearly doesn’t respect you.”
Harrison also ran over. “Mr. Gabriel is right. That bastard is extremely vile and arrogant. Even with you here, he didn’t kneel to greet you. Instead, he’s just sitting there, drinking. He even hit both Mr. Gabriel and me. He has no respect for either of you, my lords!”
“Who would have such audacity? Show your face!” Yale roared in a thunderous and intimidating voice.
Everyone felt a chill of fear, their faces pale with dread.
Fernando coldly added, “I, too, would like to see who would be so audacious as to show no respect for us.”
“It’s him! Look! He’s still sitting there drinking. How arrogant of him!” Gabriel hissed through gritted teeth.
Yale’s killing intent surged as he coldly bellowed at Sebastian, “How dare you! Get over here!
His thunderlike voice made everyone’s ears ache. However, Sebastian acted as if he hadn’t heard anything.
“My lord, you see? He truly doesn’t respect you. You must teach him a lesson and make him wish he were dead!” Gabriel suggested spitefully.
Enraged, Yale marched toward Sebastian, his entire body dripping with killing intent.
