Chapter 124

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Chapter 124 Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 124This chapter is updated by What on earth are you saying! To a faction with Bifrost? They wouldnt even take us in, would they?! Why join a faction thats even now losing? An uproar was inevitable. From any angle, Logans words defied common sense. Your Highness. Why do you think that way? It seems there might be a problem with that plan Dwayne stepped forward, awkwardly voicing the concern with his expression. Acting on behalf of the questions of everyone present, as the head of the civil official vassals, it was he who stepped up. But Logans response was unsatisfactory. Why bother helping the winning side? Would they be grateful? At best, the decline of our family is merely delayed. Joining the losing side and turning the tide will yield us much more. Logans reasoning held merit. If one could assume that the McLaine family had the power to influence the civil war that had torn the nation in half. I just fear that we may be boarding a sinking ship too late. Dwayne was essentially askingAre you out of your mind? A sinking ship? Not quite. Maybe a ship with a couple of broken masts and a nearly breached hull. But still, it has the strength to sail on. One was left to hope it was a sign of reality-check or to despair that it was madness known, yet pursued. Dwayne, overwhelmed by a surge of conflicting emotions, briefly lost his words. Though he had not confirmed it with everyone, he was certain most of the vassals wore similar expressions. However, it was all too clear that the heir apparent would push his opinion forward, regardless of their stance. And above all Have I ever led us astray with my decisions? Trust me. I can do this again. No one dared counter the excuse that sounded all too familiarnone remained in the family who would. Ugh What if this leads us to ruin? Eh?! Dwayne, who was agonizing over it, turned towards the voice of salvation. Philip! When the talented young man with notably grey eyes brazenly raised his question to Logan, Dwayne looked at Philip with eyes filled with moved emotion, as if he had found an oasis in a desert. And then We wont fail. Im confident. Cant you provide any rationale? Not at the moment. Hmm. Just as I expected Well, I trust your words, my lord, since you have never failed us whenever you spoke so. Ill count on your explanation later. Why ask? If you have no intention of arguing, why step forward! Dwayne quivered with fists trembling in betrayal, realizing too easily he had collapsed into acquiescence. He couldnt imagine Philips question was prearranged with Logan merely to assuage potential dissension among the vassals. Somebody challenge him! Lets uncover this with logic! Is this a consultation or a dictation? Unable to bear the frustration, Dwayne approached the heir apparent. Then, he whispered angrily. That incident back then you said it was Yordans doing! Then why are you considering the Second Princes side?! Understanding the context was enough to predict a conversation like this, but unacceptable in an open setting. Dont worry. Ill ensure we are handsomely rewarded for that. The reply was predictably non-committal, leaving Dwayne deflated. His heart sank as he saw the cool smile at the corner of Logans mouth, a warning aimed probably at him. Ugh Ultimately Vassals, prepare for war! As soon as negotiations with the Second Prince are concluded, we march! Unable to stop the lords declaration, which basically delegated most of his powers to Logan. That day. McLaines communication reached the ducal household of Valdermaine. The deceased count, Larry Clatt, was a senior civil official noble of the Second Princes faction. He feared this participation in the civil war was an extension of that incident. Well, Prince Romaine isnt exactly fit to be king. And his sons smile brought the ominous suspicion to the surface. Youre not planning? Its turbulent times, father. Todays enemies may become tomorrows allies, and vice versa. It seemed as if no reconciliation was possible between the two sides. We just have to seize the most for our family in this. His sons confident smile shut down any rising objections. Right. It must be so. Having long passed the family reins, his path was now to tread trustingly. Patrick looked at his eldest sons face, grown out of his influence, patting his shoulder without a word. He didnt need to voice the ominous premonition creeping in, spoiling the mood. I must be truly old. What nonsense are these baseless feelings? Still, he ardently hoped deep inside. May only glory accompany this paths end. If unforeseen obstacles emerged Ill break through for us. Even if it costs my life. So, oh Divine, I pray you bestow only light on the future of my sons. Without ever embracing faith in his life, Patrick found himself resisting the urge to call upon a higher power while enduring the unsettling premonitions. * * * Ronian felt quite pleased with the recent developments. The internal conflict had unsettled the country, but it was an external worry. His family, instead, had restored their ancient homeland and reclaimed the glory from two centuries past. And through this civil war, he aspired to attain even greater influence. Perhaps they could achieve the omnipotence like when the founder of his house, the Sword Sage Adam McLaine, was a living legend during the days of the founding of Grandia Kingdom. With my brother there, its surely possible! He would be the sword forging this glory by his brothers side, guiding and chronicling all history. Honing his skills daily, Ronian committed to this resolve. Never again to fall short of power, failing to execute his brothers plans. Then, one day. When he heard they were preparing to march again, Ronian received an unexpected command. To stay and protect our lands? Me? Six knights and a hundred soldiers each in ten castles, including two towns. Sparse numbers for our expanded territory. A direct descendant must command the knights and oversee the militia, and in the event Brother. Ronian cut off his brother, who was reciting the same explanation for the third time. Hm? It is a necessary task, right? Yes, strictly speaking, its not our war, so not all direct descendants need to join. If the worst occurs, I will have to carry on our legacy. Such a case wont happen but Brother. I am no longer a child. I understand what youre saying, the necessity of it. Hearing that, Logan simply looked at his brother. Only eighteen, yet standing nearly as tall with radiant red eyes, confident smiles facing him. Logan used to think of his brother as a youth, but now he saw the face of an Aura User who had led the family and fought against an empire when the odds were against him. Blinking repeatedly at this overlay, Logan let out a soft chuckle. Ha, right. Maybe I went too far with my concerns. Go and return safely. Ill protect our lands with certainty until your return. Alright, I trust you. Logan patted his brothers shoulder as he turned, feeling an inexplicable pride welling up inside. Trusting his now dependable brother completely But if by any chance, just in case Brother, please Though his dignity took a slight hit, some worries he couldnt shake. Times are critical, after all. Certainly not because he was overly anxious, Logan deceived himself.

Chapter 124

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