Chapter 10: [One Week]
Veyran finally set his fork down. "If this is true," he said thoughtfully,
"Then someone’s playing a much bigger game than we thought."
The Duchess looked visibly paler. "Why would he... your own brother..."
Kael didn’t say anything at first. His lips pressed into a tight line, but he nodded slowly, as though considering the words carefully.
The Duke’s gaze lingered on him, stern but expectant.
"After your brother returns," the Duke said firmly,
"Just apologize. Close the matter. He will definitely challenge you to a duel otherwise."
Kael gave a long, tired sigh.
From Kaelion’s memories, he knew the weight of those words.
A duel wasn’t some childish brawl with wooden sticks—it was a sacred tradition, watched over by the War God ’Thalrik’.
It was said the god himself bore witness to these battles of honor between nobles, and granted legitimacy to the victor’s cause.