No one spoke. They weren't even shocked by the defiance the man displayed. Possibly only the new nobles were surprised, but even then the number was very small.
Few people in the upper echelon of the Empire didn't know this man… this walking legend. Even if they didn't know his face, they knew his stories.
More than that, they were aware of his deep friendship with the Emperor. After all, these two had protected the Empire from the Abominations of the Eastern Nightmare Desert all by themselves.
The White Death.
The former Marshal of the Great Solar Empire.
The Strongest Augustus.
The oldest Augustus.
Arnold Augustus!
"My dear old friend, do you seriously think I'll allow her blood to bow?" Samuel chuckled softly, surprising many people, especially the students who thought the Emperor was cold and indifferent.
"Thought so!" Arnold nodded and dropped on one knee, his head lowered. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"This again…" Samuel rubbed his eyes and said, "Stand up, Arnold."
