Chapter 119 Flower of the magic clan

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jolthar leaned back in his chair; he watched the red-robed men who stood near liliana and lorryll. they were all at least tier 6 or above. and like aura, he could sense the mana flowing around them. the red-robed figures were unmistakable, their presence exuding an aura of power and authority that made even seasoned warriors cautious. though jolthar hadn't encountered them before, he had heard whispers—rumours that painted them as an elite force of the naemarys clan, both rare and immensely powerful. but their arrival now, during a feast celebrating the second young master, was an enigma that sparked his curiosity. and the way liliana was handling him, jolthar could tell that he wasn't her man, and he would act the way she wanted. he shook his head, thinking that this world was full of women who played with men like they were toys. and he had encountered a couple of them already. as he contemplated this, a familiar figure approached him—eran. he had come with lady maena, and she was already in a conversation with a man of some family. "what are you doing here, jolthar?" eran asked, his tone light but probing. "sitting in a corner like some old recluse. you should join the other young people of the clan and mingle a bit." jolthar smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he replied, "why would i ruin their night by showing up? besides, i enjoy watching the games unfold from the sidelines. it gives me a better view of who's winning and who's losing." eran chuckled, shaking his head. "you've always had a way with words. but don't you ever get tired of watching? you might learn more if you actually join in." "i learn plenty from where i am," jolthar replied, his tone casual but sharp. "take lorryll, for instance. he's being avoided like the plague tonight. care to explain why?" eran's gaze shifted toward lorryll, who was indeed standing alone, the crowd subtly moving around him as though he were invisible. even his wife, liliana, seemed to be the only one speaking with him, though their interactions were more curt than cordial. eran leaned closer, lowering his voice as he said, "it seems the rumours are true." "rumours?" jolthar asked, tilting his head slightly, his interest piqued. eran gave him a knowing look. "word has it that lorryll has plans to join the naemarys clan." jolthar blinked, his brows furrowing. "what? why would he do that?" eran leaned back, crossing his arms. "it's more complicated than that. a few days ago, lorryll made a public announcement—he's planning to establish the kaezhlar clan castle in the city. as the eldest, he declared that the main residence would fall under his leadership, and he hinted at taking over operations as the next patriarch." jolthar's expression darkened slightly, a rare moment of unguarded emotion slipping through his composed façade. "he dared to make such a declaration while the patriarch is still alive? that's a bold move—or a foolish one." trailing behind the trio were orimus, tolian, and elara. the latter three moved in with a deliberate air, their presence turning a few heads. elara, davis, and isora gravitated toward the area where lady elowen and wayde stood. the latter was already surrounded by a group of young women from the clan and other families, their admiration for the second young master evident. meanwhile, orimus and tolian veered toward the drinks table and then made their way to where jolthar was sitting, still positioned in his quiet corner. orimus found it very quickly despite the numbers in the hall. tolian, unable to resist his usual antics, leaned against the table near jolthar and began spewing insults, his voice loud enough to be heard over the din of the hall. "so, you're just going to sit here like some ghost at a feast?" tolian said with a sneer. "or are you waiting for someone to pity you, bast—" "tolian," orimus interrupted, his smirk barely concealed. "let him be. it's not like he's used to being in proper company. poor jolthar probably feels out of place." jolthar remained silent, his expression calm, though his sharp eyes flicked toward tolian and then orimus. he knew exactly what they were doing—orimus, ever the manipulator, was feeding lines to tolian, using him as a blunt weapon. it wasn't worth engaging. yet. tolian, emboldened by jolthar's silence, pressed on. "i mean, does anyone even know who your father is, jolthar? even your mother might have no idea about it. i've heard stories about lady aelina." he leaned closer, his voice dripping with malice. "apparently, she slept around a lot. maybe she didn't even know which man—" the words barely left tolian's mouth when jolthar rose from his seat, the movement smooth and deliberate, his calm exterior cracking to reveal the simmering rage beneath. the hall didn't fall silent, but several heads turned as they noticed the shift in atmosphere. a few young men nearby who had overheard tolian's cruel remark exchanged glances and a few of them, turned towards jolthar. other than a handful of clan members, jolthar's existence was unknown to outsiders and the clan wasn't really interested in introducing him too. for years, the clan deliberately concealed his presence from outsiders, shrouding him in silence. but now, deemed useful for their purposes, they finally allowed him to step into the world beyond the estate's walls. the murmurs in the hall grew louder, spreading like wildfire. "did you hear what tolian said?" "lady aelina... could it be true?"

Chapter 119 Flower of the magic clan

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