“That’s why. It’s only normal that I lost against him before this.”

Stefan Augustus seemed calm when he said those words.

Aryan Augustus looked confused.

Stefan had previously displayed prideful yet reckless behavior, a sense of resentment, craze, and helplessness, as a man who had his throne taken away from him.

Nobody in Aenar Temple would dare disobey him…

But that was simply out of fear.

Then again, Stefan looked like a different man then.

He was only a rabid dog who nobody dared to get close to…

But then, he became a brave wolf plotting to take back his throne!

His desire to fight back after enduring such humiliation was enough to strike more fear into people’s hearts.

“What should we do now, Mr. Stefan?”

Aryan took a deep breath, holding back the thoughts in his mind.

Stefan looked at the Scuva Mountains with a smile.

“If I were Amos, I would’ve scolded my subordinates before comforting them.

“I’d tell them to halt all operations that go against Harvey.

“After all,