Chapter 26: Let it begin
Duke Frexon smiled easily. "Of course not. Why would I try to interfere in something like that? Only that the future of the Vorrakyn is also the future of the Western Region. It’s only natural for me to want to know who the future Grand Duke is."
Vacuse nearly snorted from his place.
Drenvar didn’t seem bothered as he looked at the Duke calmly. "I see."
He didn’t say more than that. Duke Frexon looked away and then he turned to the candidates in front of him, all of them potential heirs of the Vorrakyn.
His eyes lingered on two people. "Your Honorable Grace, when I was coming to this place and I reached the Dragon’s castle, I was blown away again by the dignity and might, the history of the great Vorrakyn that conquered the West and put their legs on the neck of the barbarians."
Lord Ragna’s face darkened when he heard that, but he didn’t say anything. It was also a well-known fact that at one point in time, the Vorrakyn had indeed ruled over the barbarians, the Orcs. It was one of the reasons the enmity among them runs deep.
Vacuse looked at the man curiously and he couldn’t help but wonder what the Duke was up to.
Drenvar’s face was cold and calm as he watched from his throne. "Thank you, Duke Frexon."
Duke Frexon nodded. "We all know that the Vorrakyn’s family pathway is a dangerous one and many people die from it. That’s a reason for us to highlight the potential heirs before the pathway rite."
Drenvar raised his brows, his gaze briefly captured all the heirs. He said with cold viciousness, "They are all my heirs. I will choose from the one that’s not dead after the rite."
Duke Frexon blinked, then he smiled. "Have you already chosen young Amon then? I heard that you personally raised him and he even came to a diplomatic mission to my territory!"