Everyone in the capital knew how poorly Calista had treated Ronan over the years.He had bet on the wrong future—convinced that Ronan would never truly walk away.But now…He had.And there would be no turning back.Benedric’s hands trembled as he pulled out a storage ring and threw it toward Ronan.Inside the ring lay all the resources accounted for in the original betrothal agreement—energy essence, weapons, lands, stocks.Ronan effortlessly caught it.With a nod of satisfaction, Ronan casually inspected its contents.Once verified, he tucked it into his robe.Then he dusted off his sleeves as if brushing away the last traces of the Sables from his life.He turned to the silent crowd.“That concludes our engagement,” he said coolly.As his words echoed through the chamber, the spiritual pressure around Calista finally lifted.She gasped and collapsed to the floor, pale and trembling.She clutched her chest and gasped for breath.Gone was the anger and arrogance in her gaze—now repla

Ronan calmed his emotions, letting out a steady breath. He offered a faint smile and sat back down across from his father.“Are you departing for the interstellar front soon?” he asked quietly.It was around this time, if he remembered correctly. In his past life, Lucas had left around now—drawn to the erupting conflicts at the outer borders of the galaxy.Lucas nodded, confirming Ronan’s assumption. “The situation on the frontlines has escalated. I’ve handed over the daily affairs of the family to your uncle—my younger brother. I’ll be leaving within a few days.”His voice was calm, yet there was a trace of heaviness behind it. Lucas Crowne wasn’t just heading to war. He was walking into a battlefield of death, where few returned whole, and fewer still returned at all.“But before I go,” Lucas continued, his gaze steady, “I wanted to have a proper conversation with you.”Ronan nodded slightly, signaling that he was ready to listen.Lucas looked into his son’s eyes—deep, searching. “N