"Observing from the sidelines..."
Clayvo noncommittally nodded his head, his gaze still focused on the book page in front of him, casually saying, "Tell me what you're thinking, Rebo."
"That's how it is, Father." Rebo shifted his body, using his towering figure to shade Clayvo from the slightly glaring sunlight, smiling, "I personally think that whether the Marshall family really partook in slave hunting and trading is not important. At least for us, the Violet Royal Family, it is not important, so there is no need for us to get involved in this murky water."
Clayvo slightly nodded his head, but gave neither affirmation nor denial, only flipped to the next page of the poetry book in his hand, "Continue, I'm listening."
