The childish voice, full of mockery, echoed in everyone's heart.
For a moment, the entire ceremony fell into an eerie silence.
The spectators whispered among themselves, while the nobles who had just been praising on the stage looked at each other in dismay.
"Ants… ants?"
"Thin bloodline…?"
"Blasphemy toward God?"
"Is this… talking about Prince Henry?"
Low murmurs gradually rose among the crowd, and everyone's gaze refocused on Prince Henry.
The childish voice made no effort to hide itself, and everyone heard it loud and clear.
This included the voice's self-proclamation and the mockery toward Prince Henry.
Undoubtedly, the voice belonged to the Roman Sword that had been summoned, and Prince Henry, who had summoned the Roman Sword… it seemed he had not gained the Roman Sword's acknowledgment.
What… what was going on?
Wasn't the light just now incredibly dazzling?
The people looked puzzled.
