In the circular castle filled with the aura of the Western classical era, the atmosphere among the servants was tense and suppressed.
Their footsteps were light, as if they were afraid to make any undue noise that would disrupt the oppressive mood that hung in the air.
In contrast to them, standing next to the Earl's seat, the Earl's eldest son, Bernier, had a smile on his face as he whispered with his birth mother about what to have for lunch today.
"Humph, Bernier, I advise you to curb some of your greedy thoughts. No matter what, Li Ming is your brother, and the same blood that belongs to me flows in both of you. You should not be so stingy towards your brother."
Unlike the mother and son, the Head of the House of War-Riders, seated in the Earl's main chair, had a somber expression. He tore the ruling decree in his hand to pieces and glared fiercely at his eldest son, Bernier, standing to the side.
