The fear was not due to a dread of force, but it originated from a suppression at the level of the soul... as if he revered the Emperor and Saint Sith from the bottom of his heart.
What puzzled him was why he also felt this power from the Prince.
Could this power be inherited through bloodlines?
Edmond was perplexed.
Luo Yan did not spend much time on the Dantes family; they were just one of many pieces he positioned in the Holy City. There were more important matters awaiting him at this funeral.
Not far away, Duke Albert Valencia and Regent King Granville Pot walked over, side by side, holding candles.
Noticing these two supremely noble figures, Edmond was instantly flattered, quickly bowing respectfully.
Granville looked at him and nodded with a smile, returning a noble gesture.
"There's no need for courtesy, Sir Dantes. Prince Colin is the master here; I'm just attending this funeral as a friend."
After a pause, he smiled and continued in a chatty tone.
