At that precise moment, a new notification brutally imposed itself on his attention.
[Evelyn Greycastle recognizes you after years. She hates you.]
Kaiser stopped dead.
"Huh? Who?"
His gaze became more attentive. It wasn't anger, but genuine surprise. He thought quickly. Having spent years trapped in the rift, he had lost precious time. Time that should have been devoted to networking, alliances, constructive rivalries. Normally, he knew how to attract attention. Arrogance worked. Insults and especially humiliation against proud elves were almost too easy.
The worst thing that could happen to him was indifference.
That was also why he hadn't obtained a new skill for so long. His Level-headed had even dropped in rank.
But the heiress of the Greycastle duchy...
That, he hadn't anticipated.
The Paragons had always maintained complex relations with the Donoghan, the Frostvine, and even the Hornraven when it came to engagements or political alliances.
