Prince Auten's expression darkened as his anger bubbled in his chest.

'F*ck, do these officials think Aurin is better than me?'

"Don't worry!"

When Master Magaera noticed his expression, he said in a low voice, "I've got this."

Master Magaera stepped forward, radiating power and authority. "Why are you mumbling among yourselves? Does anyone have any objections? If no one objects, it's settled."

His voice was not loud, but he stood his ground and allowed no room for retaliation.

As the final word rang through the air, Master Magaera retrieved a golden sword and handed it to Prince Auten. The sword was beautifully crafted; it was the late Nine Heaven Emperor's Hurricane Thunder Sword.

The sword had belonged to the Nine Heaven Emperor. He passed it to Prince Auten, so it implied that the throne was passed onto him as well.

The officials in the room exchanged glances; they had unreadable expressions on their faces.

"Hold on!"

At last, a figure stepped forward, halting Master Maga