"Brother Logan, you've been a great help this time, solving my biggest headache at once. With the Grand Elder's forces eliminated, there's no one left in the whole territory who can be my rival."
The Lord extended his wine glass, toasting Logan. Although Logan was not pleased, he could only clink his glass with the Lord's.
Then, with a hint of sarcasm, Logan said, "Lord, you are quite pleased with yourself, but have you considered the consequences? After all, you are the one who holds power in this territory, and you should be thinking about its future and peace."
"For decades, I have been working diligently to be a qualified Lord, at least living up to my own standards, unlike other Lords who are complacent and unambitious."
Not understanding the point, the Lord waved his hand dismissively. He had been worried about the territory all along, but after the Grand Elder's death, he finally laughed wholeheartedly, no longer feeling anxious.
