บท 222: Silver blood

Seeing Alexander still not responding and continuing to stare at him with a strange look, Moros felt increasingly uncomfortable, his youthful face contorted with anger.

As a young prince of the Nord royal family, he was born to the adoration of thousands, treated like an emperor by everyone he met.

But tonight, encountering Alexander, who not only kept staring at him but also refused to answer his questions, was too much!

It was rude! It was uncouth!

It was a blatant disregard for the Nord royal family!

The more Moros thought about it, the angrier he became, his rage clearly etched across his face.

"I'll give you one last chance, shift your gaze immediately and apologize to me!" Moros's voice rose, loud enough to be heard.

Nearby guests, hearing Moros's voice, turned to look.

Seeing Moros glaring at Alexander, the guests showed surprise, which quickly turned to amusement.