Duke Veyl shot to his feet, the fury in his eyes blazing like wildfire.
"You insolent brat!" he roared, voice echoing through the throne room as his fists clenched tight, veins pulsing with anger.
Lan remained composed. Didn't blink. Only tilted his head slightly and smiled, like he were watching his prey take its last step into the snare.
"Oh... watch your words, Duke," Lan said smoothly. "I have no problem reuniting you with your son."
A collective gasp swept across the court like a wave crashing against stone. Noble lords and ladies shifted in their seats, startled and scandalized. Even the guards along the marble walls stiffened.
The King narrowed his eyes, and the Duke's mana flared to life in an instant—his aura exploding like a detonation of bloodlust and fury. The marble at his feet cracked.
And yet, Lan just stood there.
Smiling.
He'd always been good at setting traps.
But to think they'd fall for them so easily…
