An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise. Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan.” Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile.

“No need to apologize. I’m happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it’s rare for us to meet.” Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.

Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink- this wariness had become second nature.

“You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?” Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point.

“Both,” Nathaniel replied, still smiling.

“Oh?” Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it, then.”

things have unfolded, there’s no need for me to hold back anymore.” Nathaniel sat up straighter, and his smile faded into

day, and the succession question remains unresolved. There are few viable contenders and even fewer with the real ability to

should rightfully be yours. But there’s a growing unrest in the government, particularly

natural for

had ambition,

the three of us, we’d each rely on our own abilities. But the problem now is, someone’s trying to interfere and take what belongs

“What do you

family has allied with several factions to support Matthias

Mosey family’s support speaks to his own ability.”

head. “If you think that’s the case,

do you mean?” Tristan

is a master schemer with an insatiable hunger for power. His

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