Alpha Reborn!



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.

ραпdα -n૦νe| , c૦m "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.

The spectators were left spellbound and speechless, unable to look away as they witnessed Evan's incredible display of movement-type skill.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing!" shouted Vikhilk, the young master of the Frost Burn Household. "Did you see how he dodged that attack? It's like he's a ghost!"

The spectators were also in disbelief, trying to comprehend how Evan managed to pull off such a feat.

"What good would looking do? Even if I replay it a thousand times in slow motion, I still wouldn't be able to understand how he pulled that off," mused Lirian.

After the holographic screens showed Evan landing the final blow on the Wormface, the crowd was left in stunned silence, captivated by the sheer magnitude of his power. His Point Blank Frost Bullet was unleashed with such force and precision that it left the audience in awe, gasping at the display of his raw strength and his mastery over his skill. The crowd acknowledged the young prince's incredible talent with a round of thunderous applause.

"Did you see that?" Vikhilk exclaimed, rocking Lirian in his excitement. "His Highness practically one-shot it!"

"The power of his ice technique is incredible," remarked Annika, who had been observing the battle closely. "Even though he's only in the first stage of cultivation, he's using his skills with such precision that it's hard to believe. You can't achieve that kind of mastery with just the Breath of Frost Technique."

"Don't judge him based on common sense, or you will only feel troubled," Ylva chimed in. "He is the Crown Prince of Frost, and the Blood of Frost flows through his veins. Like his predecessor, he too can create miracles!"

The elders of the Imperial Frost Clan were also watching the broadcast, and they looked on with shocked expressions. They had never seen anyone in the first stage of cultivation with such skill and precision before. Even they had to admit that Evan was truly a remarkable talent.

"I've heard of His Highness's reputation before, but I never expected him to be this skilled!" exclaimed one of the elders of the Imperial Frost Clan.

"Our Imperial Lord was right, His Highness Evan truly is a remarkable talent," said another.

"If you think about it, you will realize he's truly following in the footsteps of his predecessor," the head of the council of elders exclaimed. "Just like our Imperial Lord, His Highness can do the impossible!" 

The onlookers murmured in agreement, struck by the remarkable resemblance between Evan and his renowned father.

Magnus was beaming with pride, hearing what was said. It hadn't been long since the last time, but his protégé had once again proven his worth and skill. He knew Evan had matured when he heard that he had defeated two of his talented cousin in a duel of obedience, but others struggled to believe him. Thus, he couldn't be more pleased with the results of this battle. By winning against a wormface, Evan had shown that he could fight against those stages above him, and was more than worthy of their respect and his status as the Crown Prince of Frost!

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