The Ten Great Hegemons, the embodiments of supremacy within the Holy Flame Empire. Even after his last show of force, Olrich was far from ranking at the top. With his Holy Flame Seal in hand, he could barely rank six.

　　Naturally, besides him, any one of those ten had already reached the Fate Wrestling Saint Rank or above.

　　As for Sovereign Prince Hubert and Head Exarch Gerhard, for a long time, they'd been at the Crossed Tribulation Saint Rank, standing leagues above the rest. Ironically, it was because of Hubert's unfathomable cultivation that Gerhard didn't dare go all out with the imperial family. Such an act would destroy their longstanding precarious balance and allow the winged serpents to restore their dominion over the land.

　　Hubert had always disliked the imperial capital and often remained in his domain. Years and decades could pa.s.s without him stepping into the Holy Flame City, and when he did, he never stayed for long. Therefore, Olrich had never expected him to show himself.

　　But now, he'd arrived, and since he did, Olrich was bound to lose a lot of face. Hubert may rank below Gerhard in the Ten Great Hegemon's rankings, but in thousands of years, they'd never fought.

　　The ma.s.ses just didn't want to rank the Holy Flame Church's leader second. Olrich didn't doubt that if they came to blows, at best, Gerhard could fight him to a standstill.

　　But that was only secondary. The primary issue was that unlike Gerhard, who always privileged the general situation before his face, and was more politician than cultivator, Hubert had no scruples.

　　Haughty, unbridled, cruel, and overbearing. He'd lived through four reigns and still stood mightier than ever. Since he became sovereign prince, no one could shake house Voight.

　　Was it not for Yvonne, his eldest daughter being Olrich's consort, the von Jurgen emperor might not have been able to keep his head for so long.

　　However, when in front of his many courtiers, Olrich was being referred to as "von Jurgen boy," how could he exert forbearance?

　　"Sovereign Prince Hubert, I have always respected you as a senior, and my consort's father. However, you should not forget the boundaries between emperor and subject!"

　　Many felt that the sovereign prince was too arrogant, calling the country's ruler "boy" in front of dozens. Was there a better way to show conceit?

　　However, they had clearly underestimated Hubert's haughtiness.

　　"Hahahahaha!"

　　 He burst into laughter, while descending onto the ground, and stopped right before Olrich, towering above him with his powerful build.

　　"You are less than one thousand years old, in my eyes, a boy. Thus, I call you, boy. How is that wrong?

　　You are my daughter's husband and therefore, my junior. Thus, I call you, boy. How is that losing decorum?

　　You should think yourself lucky, being called -boy- by me, is your glory!"

　　All the gathered n.o.bles took several steps back as if Hubert's words were about to harm them. Even Konrad stared slack-jawed, flabbergasted by the man's galls. Olrich's bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their socket as they daggered Hubert.