Emelia was left behind by Kyle, but it was not a memorable event for him.
In fact, he did not even bother to remember her face or who she was. As far as Kyle was concerned, his elder sister or family did not matter.
'This place really needs a lot of work. Not only do these guards lack discipline, but they are weak as well. I wonder if I should just abandon these people and just take over somewhere else…but maybe the other places are just as bad…'
Kyle walked through the long, quiet halls of the Armstrong estate, heading toward the meeting room where the Grand Duchess's Head Knight was waiting.
He had already sensed the dense mana radiating from the room before he even reached the door.
When he entered, he saw that Duke Armstrong and his older brother, Christan, were already seated.
But unlike their usual confident selves, they both looked unnerved.
The Head Knight sat calmly across from them, an imposing presence that dominated the room without needing to say a word.
