The morning sun shone over the Armstrong estate, but instead of the usual peaceful start to the day, the entire castle was buzzing with rumors.
Servants whispered among themselves, and even knights and soldiers murmured quietly as they passed each other in the hallways.
The topic? Kyle Armstrong.
The once 'useless' third son of the Duke had allegedly taken down an entire underworld group and slain a Frozen Armoured Bear—a feat even seasoned knights struggled with.
But despite the widespread gossip, few actually believed it.
"Nonsense! That useless man couldn't possibly do something like that. He must've hired someone."
A knight scoffed, adjusting his armor.
"Exactly! A noble brat like him probably paid mercenaries to do the job and took the credit for himself."
Another knight nodded.
"And that underworld group? If they really got wiped out, maybe he blackmailed them or used underhanded means"
One of the younger soldiers asked.
