Chapter 29: Successor Trial [1]
Indeed, the Successor Trial in the North was nothing like what we had in the West.
Back home, inheritance was simple—boring, even. The firstborn gets everything. The land, the title, the headaches. If the firstborn dies unexpectedly, then sure, the second takes over. But that’s about as dramatic as it gets.
Take my own family, for instance—the Evans family. Barons of the western countryside.
I’m the third child. A noble, yes, but not the heir. Not even considered.
No trials. No fights to prove I was worthy. It wasn’t about merit. It was about birth order.
I was the third son, which meant I had no claim. No expectations.
And honestly, I was fine with that.
Being the heir meant responsibility. Politics. Managing land disputes and crop reports and trade agreements. I wasn’t cut out for any of that.
No trials.
No monster hunts.
No blood spilled to prove you’re worthy of your own name.