Chapter 7: His Arrival
Five years later,
Inside the Main Palace of House Angeras in the city of Luso, the Duke sat on his seat, staring at a bundle of papers.
"Are they all good warriors?" he asked.
Standing nearby was a fully armoured man clad in bronze-coloured plating as it was not beautiful or elegant, but intimidating. Upon his chest was the Angeras crest: a lion’s face with two crossed swords. This was Mason, Grandmaster of the Angeras Knights.
"Yes, my lord." Mason replied obediently, for he served directly under the Duke. "We ensured a thorough background check before approving their participation."
"Good." the Duke nodded.
"But is this necessary?" Mason questioned. "I understand you wish to announce the birth of your grandson, but holding a large tournament seems... excessive."
The Duke laughed, tapping his thigh. "You are mistaken, Mason. Why would I waste my time celebrating Carnel’s brat? This is to announce his succession. Today, I will declare him my official heir."
Mason’s expression soured. "I mean no disrespect, but that sounds like a poor choice. Carnel is ill-suited. He could easily become someone’s puppet."