"Why must you two be so enraged? I believe the Prince didn't intentionally conceal anything from us—it's just that he genuinely didn't know. Otherwise, his men wouldn't be in their current state, with every one of them injured." A light chuckle suddenly cut through the tense atmosphere. The speaker was Mardo, the so-called Scorched Earth Underworld Emperor, who smiled amiably at both parties with a conciliatory tone.
Given the circumstances, he certainly preferred to believe what Schumacher had said; otherwise, things would probably become truly troublesome.
"Humph," Saint Magus Melsdom snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the three peak Grand Duke elders of the Brad Family standing behind Schumacher. His keen eyes indeed noticed that all three men bore serious injuries. Seeing this, he furrowed his brow slightly but refrained from further questioning.
