A few days prior, at Arnel Castle—

“My lord, Chel Brans has just arrived at the royal palace of Arnel Castle.”

Chel, the strongest swordsman of Brans and Lyn’s eldest brother, knelt before her as she sat upon the throne.

“You’ve come, big brother. It’s been a while since we last saw each other, hasn’t it? Not since the campaign against Zeilant Castle.”

“……”

Chel said nothing in response.

Though stationed on the southern front, he was neither deaf nor blind.

The events that had unfolded—the siege of Zeilant Castle, the incomprehensible happenings in the northern front, and the rebellion that followed—had all reached his ears.

And at the center of it all was a single man.

A man that he and that traitor Airen Juliet had fought to capture during the siege of Zeilant.

Yes.

Airen Juliet’s betrayal.

To Chel Brans, it was nothing short of a shock.@@novelbin@@

As a child, he had often heard his father’s words:

“Chel. You are destined to lead House Brans one day. And just as I had Kafka by my side, you will have Airen to serve as your right hand.”

Of course, things hadn’t unfolded the way their father, Oland Brans, had expected.

As Chel grew older, his father gradually distanced him from the line of succession.

Perhaps it was because he spent more time sharpening his blade than studying politics.

But to Chel, that didn’t matter.

He had never cared for ruling from a throne.

He was more suited to leading from the battlefield, fighting with his own two hands rather than commanding from afar.

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