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With a collective gulp, the officials, who were on the verge of supporting the minister of defense's claim, swallowed the words that were at the tip of their tongue and sealed their mouths shut. They did not wish to face his wrath.

"I...I apologize, Your Imperial Majesty. It was an ill-considered remark on my part. I meant no disrespect." Alstair bowed his head, his voice quivering with regret.

Magnus gave Alistair a stern glare, his eyes narrowed in displeasure.

"It's not me you should apologize to, Alistair. After all, it's my son you've insulted with your thoughtless words," he said, his tone low and menacing. "Don't you think he deserve your apology?"

The officials of the Imperial Frost Court in their surroundings were shocked. Magnus, the Imperial Lord of Frost, had the audacity to demand an apology from the Minister of Defense, a seasoned cultivator in the fifth realm of cultivation, to a boy who was still wet behind the ears. Some may have called it daring, but it was precisely this type of fearlessness that made Magnus a force to be reckoned with in thr Black Eye Galaxy. He had the courage to take actions that others wouldn't, and it was this trait that set him apart from the rest.

Alistair's heart sank at Magnus's words, knowing that apologizing to the Crown Prince would mean losing face, but refusing to do so could result in severe consequences, such as losing years of his hard-earned cultivation or even his life.

He swallowed hard before responding.

"You're right, Your Imperial Majesty. I understand the gravity of my actions, and I promise to make amends with Prince Evan as soon as he emerges from the Monster Tower." Alistair's voice trembled with regret as he spoke, knowing that he had made a grave mistake.

Magnus's demeanor softened somewhat, but his commanding presence remained palpable.

"Make sure you do just that, Alistair," he warned, his voice laced with authority.

Alistair nodded.

Magnus couldn't contain his satisfaction, feeling as if he had just won a great battle. The thought of the countless precious gifts he had secured for his beloved son made his heart swell with pride. He could already picture the look of joy on Prince Evan's face as he received each gift from Alistair with glee. Magnus was determined to ensure that the apologies and reparations were made with the utmost sincerity, for his son deserved nothing but the best.

The holographic screen displayed the terrifying scene of the Wormface poised to strike Evan. The audience was on the edge of their seats, holding their breath in anticipation as they watched with bated breath.

Their eyes narrowed to the size of needles as the Wormface moved in for the kill, and they prepared themselves for the worst, but in a split second, Evan dodged the attack, causing the crowd's eyes to widen to the size of saucers in amazement.

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