章 217: How Fickle Could Fortune Be?

The atmosphere was again heated as the Vesala faction reacted adversely toward Antoine's words. They scanned their eyes in fear as they witnessed the neutral nobles looking at them with suspicion in their eyes.

The rest of the nobles couldn't believe that the matter escalated to the Vesala house coming out with the intention to insult the throne and disregard its authority.

They were now reevaluating their stance on who to support in the race for the throne.

Duke Vesala also noticed this subtle change in the atmosphere. Gritting his teeth took a deep breath and spoke.

"Second Prince, it is by no means that I intend to usurp the throne, not even a single drop. Please retract your words.." Duke Vesala's hoarse voice directed to Antoine. 

His body was trembling in anger as he tried to compose himself from the unprecedented hostility coming toward him.