"Could it be a mistake?"
On the high platform, Duke Modkaesar's face sank upon hearing these words.
He always had no good feelings towards the Invokers, and even because of this, he disliked his youngest son, who was too close to them. Of course, it wasn't just that; it was their disconnect with the traditional values of the Modkaesar Family that left him feeling cold.
He couldn't help but glance at his youngest son, who seemed oblivious to the current scene, looking up intently at the fiery bird on the statue. The duke couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, but thankfully, his eldest son almost perfectly inherited his duties, pleasing him in every matter.
He looked again at the latter, who hadn't yet recovered from a disappearance incident, his face a bit pale, but noticing his glance, Loshelle nodded to his father while holding his sword.
