"So, do you want me to handle this?" Alvaron asked calmly.
Allen gave a small nod. "Yes, Brother. I need your help. After all, my position isn't strong enough compared to the heads of those noble families."
He sighed softly and took a sip of tea. The warmth spread through his body, helping him relax a little.
Alvaron nodded slightly and said reassuringly, "Alright, I understand. But to be honest, I didn't expect them to dare act like this. Well… it makes sense. They received large funds from the Red Obsidian Trading House. There's no way they'd let their benefactor be arrested and prosecuted. If that happened, they could easily be implicated themselves."
Those at the level of noble family heads were not ordinary people—they were figures with sharp vision and foresight.
Leading a family required skill, a body strong enough to bear its weight, and the mental readiness to face every risk they chose—both positive and negative—for the family.
