Chapter 127 — Annual Royal Banquet (3)
"Your Highness! What happened here?! I stepped outside for a moment, and the king..." Duke Ramsel rushed toward Lucian, gasping as he saw the king’s body lying on the ground, blood gushing from his chest.
Lucian glanced up at the middle-aged man standing before him.
Just a few minutes earlier, Duke Ramsel had approached Lucian for a conversation. Unaware of the topic, Lucian had followed him.
"He is Cynthia’s uncle," Lucian reminded himself, unwilling to be disrespectful toward her family members.
After they walked away from the terrace, Duke Ramsel cleared his throat with a feigned cough.
"Did you know that King Alistair and Prince Vincent are not entirely Cynthia’s brothers? They have different mothers."
Lucian didn’t react to the Duke’s revelation and simply nodded, despite not having known this before.
"Aren’t they too close for half-siblings?" Duke Ramsel whispered, his lips twisting into a repulsed sneer. "What can I say? Those brothers have turned my niece against me," he sighed, as if aggrieved.
"Is that all?"
"P-Pardon?" Duke Ramsel stammered, not expecting such a calm reaction from the grand duke.
"I’m asking if that’s all. There are strange noises outside. I will go and see what’s wrong if you have nothing else to say," Lucian said coldly, his gaze sharp as he turned on his heel and walked out of the hall.