Imperial Capital, Duke Zohar's Manor
In a meeting room filled with high-ranking members of Duke Zohar's faction, Duke Zohar sat in the main seat with a gloomy look, and his oppressive aura weighed down on everyone present.
It was clear to everyone that the duke was not in a good mood.
In particular, Lord Nuvemze and Lord Mujild felt the most pressure; they couldn't help but tremble in fear every time their lord gazed at them.
"Have we found out who killed the first-seated heirs of the Ravesk Clan and Brightglory Clan?" Duke Zohar inquired gloomily, glancing at Lord Nuvemze and Lord Mujild.
"N-Not yet, Your Grace…!" Lord Nuvemze and Lord Mujild simultaneously replied with hesitation while sweating profusely with pale expressions under the gargantuan pressure of Duke Zohar's gaze.
