"Should a stupid pig like you know who I am?" Each sentence was so urgent that a dark mana aura radiated from his body. Anyone would be afraid if they were in such a huge, threatening atmosphere.
"Y-y-y-you... don't tell me, you are Prince Lucas? The real Crown Prince?" The voice of the black-haired man was like that of a very scared mouse.
At least Lucas let the man finish his sentence before his naked body finally hit the wall and collapsed to the floor. The sexy women, half dressed and completely undressed, screamed hysterically. The men, who were in the throes of momentary lust, froze like stupid pigs.
They believed so much in the fake Crown Prince lying in front of them. Without knowing for sure, the real Crown Prince was in front of their eyes. Lucas would no longer care about falsehood or authenticity. Who was lying and who was not.