This damn dwarf is dragging him down. The Continental League is a competition spanning the entire continent, and every word spoken here today would spread to Scepter Coast and Saint Hugon, to Nogness and Istania, and even to Osh and Rotao, reaching every corner of the continent where humans reside.
Colin Ishurian has brought tremendous disgrace upon himself, the royal family's reputation utterly tarnished, but the Prime Minister wouldn't care why this disgrace came about.
But, unlike him, his opponent could simply abandon the matters of the Artisan Association and hide away in Eldron. As long as the Dwarf Council doesn't punish him, no one could do anything to him.
Count Roniel was both shocked and furious, his overwhelming rage turned into a roar: "You dare, you little dwarf!?"
