Count Merlin walked with his aged steps back to his independent small castle, his heart heavy and somewhat bewildered.
The last time he left the power center of Red Castle, it was due to slanderous rumors, yet he had calmly handed over power to Grand Duke Kunstan. But this time, it was the Shadowflame Dragon itself that had ordered the dissolution of the Council of Elders and supported Russell's rise.
For Count Merlin, this undoubtedly marked the end of his political life, with no chance of redemption.
Dragons are divine spirits!
The will of the divine spirit cannot be shaken!
"Master, you're back. Mr. Russell has come and is waiting for you," the butler came forward to greet Count Merlin and reported softly.
"Russell is here?" Count Merlin's eyes lit up, but his brows soon furrowed then relaxed again, oscillating several times, his expression changing rapidly in just a moment before he finally nodded calmly, "Where is he?"
"In the backyard, admiring the flowers."
