"Oh?" Nolan raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and turned his head curiously. "Did Father really order me to go home? But I'm still alive, aren't I? So that order doesn't apply, right?"
Draco shook his head casually, his tone nonchalant. "It's the same. Since we can't take you dead, we have to take you alive. So, let's go home—together."
His harsh words instantly silenced the room. Luvistar, Ruthark, Rafine, and Elina all shot Draco disapproving glances.
As irritating as Nolan could be at times, he was still a prince of high rank. Draco should have shown respect, not insolence.
Of course, Draco noticed their stares, but he didn't care.
He had come for one purpose only—bringing Nolan back to the Imperial Palace.
After that, he could return home, rest, and enjoy his holiday.
Cassiopeia frowned at Draco's rude attitude but said nothing.
