“Marc, that young woman, she...”As if finally shaking off the stifling aura that had gripped her, Sasha found her voice. Driven by a mix of curiosity and a tinge of irritation she didn’t want to admit, she was about to ask who the stunningly beautiful young woman was.Luckily, reason kicked in—this probably wasn’t the right time to be asking such a question. So, she quickly rephrased.“I mean... who is she? And why did she bring a letter all the way here?”Sasha fixed her gaze on Marc’s face.“She’s Lady Harper of Wyndham,” Marc replied curtly.“Ah, I see.”Sasha kept her expression neutral, though inwardly she was beaming.“Lady Harper?” she repeated in her head. “He actually introduced her as a lady? That’s a good sign.”In Sasha’s mind, if the girl had been Marc’s girlfriend, he wouldn’t have used such a formal introduction. That realization calmed her nerves a bit.Her attention soon shifted to the letter she was holding. The ornate, luxurious design of the envelope caught her ey

“You’re saying this person is an outsider trying to take advantage of our conflict?”Ulrich frowned, clearly intrigued by Marc’s theory.“Yes. I think that’s highly likely,” Marc replied.“And what makes you think that?”Ulrich rose from his chair, genuinely interested in hearing more.“Think about it,” Marc continued. “If that person was working for Godfrey, wouldn’t we have seen a squad of assassins show up in Wyndham or Cammont by now? But that hasn’t happened, has it?”“You’re right.” Ulrich nodded thoughtfully. “And if this person were on our side, he wouldn’t have exposed your identity by leaking that letter to nobles.”Pacing back and forth across the spacious fifteen-by-fifteen-meter office, Ulrich wore a look of deep concentration.“But…”He still sounded unsure.“Who could this person be, Marc? Don’t you think it’s impossible? I mean, someone who can maneuver between both sides like that has to be incredibly powerful.”He wasn’t exaggerating. Both his father and Marc were ar

Edwin stormed out of the conference room with a scowl etched deep across his face. He didn’t utter a single word to the bodyguard trailing behind him.Their silence continued until they slid into the back of a sleek black Benz. But once the car door shut, Edwin couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Damn it! Did you see Ulrich’s attitude just now?”He shook his head in frustration, letting his anger spill freely.“That little upstart thinks he’s something special just because he replaced Preston. What a fool! All he's done is make himself easier to eliminate!”Edwin had actually come to ask Ulrich to reconsider removing the former vice marquis. But instead of a civil discussion, he’d been met with blatant disrespect from the young lord.The head butler was not just disappointed—he was livid.“He’s clueless. He has no idea what kind of storm he just invited.”The luxury sedan rolled out of the military compound, but Edwin kept fuming inside, his voice rising with every curse.“Mr. Bonn,” the bo

"But…"Marc forced himself to sit up. No matter what, Elliot held the third-highest rank in all of Lanshire—just below the King and the Crown Prince. Marc had to show respect.Aaargh!But the moment he moved, a searing pain exploded through every inch of his body. His limbs felt like they were weighed down by stone, and every muscle and joint screamed in protest. It was as if all the strength had been drained from him."You really are stubborn. I told you to stay lying down, didn’t I?"Elliot stepped forward, holding a small clay vessel in his hand."Drink this. You’ll feel much better afterward."With one hand, he gently lifted Marc’s head. With the other, he brought the vessel close to the young man’s lips.Sniff-sniff"Wait… is this a Skyblood Elixir?"Marc recoiled slightly after catching a whiff of the concoction. Instead of drinking it, he turned his head to the side."Did you make this yourself, Grand Lord?"Even with his face pale and body trembling, there was a flicker of dou

"You’ve protected my daughter and granddaughter all this time. You even helped me restore my inner energy. So if there’s anyone I’d willingly part with something this precious for, it’s you."Elliot extended his hand, palm open. Resting in it was the Sky Blossom Pill.The Grand Marquis had come to realize that the Skyblood Elixir hadn’t produced any significant effect on Marc—aside from slightly slowing the decay in his arm. It became clear to him that there was likely only one way left to heal the young man: the Sky Blossom Pill."Once you take this, your strength will be fully restored. I’m certain of it."Marc stared at the pink-hued pill, then back at Elliot. He could see nothing but sincerity and determination in the old man's eyes.And that only made it harder for him to accept the gift."Old man, I know what this pill is—and what it can do. But you don’t have to give it to me. You could use it for yourself," Marc replied calmly, without a hint of regret or disappointment.To hi