Remorse After Breaking Up

"Silence!" Sebastian thundered again, then fixed a cold stare on Bartholomew. "How did the War Department end up with such a disgrace? Speak another word, and I'll execute you myself!"

"You..." Bartholomew pointed at Sebastian, ready to retort. But when he met Sebastian's icy gaze, he swallowed his words and slowly lowered his hand.

Sebastian looked at him with disdain, then walked toward Charles. "The Crystal Chalice originally belonged to Dragothia. Hand it over."

Charles mocked, "Did a donkey kick your head? The Crystal Chalice was seized by my ancestors. It's ours now. If you want it back, fine, but now I'm even angrier. The price will now be doubled again to 16 billion dollars!"

"It's over. We're done for," Bartholomew said, his face full of despair. He'd hoped to buy back the national treasure for two billion dollars, which would have been a great achievement. But now, even the War Department couldn't easily produce 16 billion dollars. Sebastian gave a cold smile. "I won't pay a single cent, but you must hand over the artifact!"

Charles scoffed. "Getting it for free is impossible, but I'll give you a chance. We'll settle this with a duel!"

"I'm listening," Sebastian said with interest.

Charles explained, "In Western Region nobility, we like to settle disputes through combat. Although you lowly Dragothians don't deserve to be compared to Western Region nobility, I'll make an exception. If anyone among you can defeat me in a duel, I'll return the Crystal Chalice."

This announcement immediately excited many in the crowd. It was a chance to bring glory to their country.

Bartholomew, however, sighed heavily. "Prince Charles, you're the disciple of the Western Region Sword Saint, the great Rudolph Stanford, a top expert among the younger generation. Even the Holy Maiden of Light praises you. How could any of us possibly defeat you?" "What! He's actually the disciple of the Western Region's Sword Saint Rudolph? And even the Holy Maiden of Light praised him? He must be an expert among experts!"

The crowd was stunned. Some had heard of Rudolph's reputation, and everyone knew of the Holy Maiden of Light.

The Holy Maiden's fame in the

Western Region was second to none. Besides her status, she was also hailed as the Western Region's top beauty and the number one among the younger generation.

Anyone she praised must be formidable indeed.

However, not everyone was intimidated. Rainey was the first to step forward. "I'll challenge you!"

Charles wayed his finger

dismissively. "I never bully women. It would tarnish my reputation. You Dragothians claim to be a great nation with hundreds of millions of

men. Are they all cowards?

"How dare you look down on us! I'll take you on!"

A young man from a prominent family stepped out, immediately receiving applause and encouragement from the crowd.

Charles sneered. "Let me be clear.

Whoever challenges me will have toContent rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

write the words 'coward' and 'incompetent' on their forehead if they lose."

"You won't be writing anything on my forehead so easily!"

The young man who had dared to step up was no ordinary person. He was a grandmaster, and he quickly threw a powerful punch at Charles' chest.

The punch was forceful, yet somewhat restrained. He didn't dare truly injure Charles, fearing fatal consequences if he angered him.

Charles then swiftly kicked the young man, sending him flying backward.

He immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood midair as his eyes filled with shock.

"What?"