"Alright, quit spacing out now."

Frank's calm call brought every Janko to their senses. "I've pacified Mr. Janko now—his left arm is broken, but he just needs bed rest for a period and he'll be fine."

Walking up to Ned, he clapped him on the shoulder, leaving him stunned and confused. "Huh? Wha...?"

"Go," Frank frowned, clearly hinting that he should clean up the mess and earn his keep as the next head of the Janko family.

When Ned finally understood, he forced a smile at Frank and nodded repeatedly.

Striding forward, he instructed the terrified servants to carry Ciril to another mansion to rest.

After that, he beckoned at the bodyguards.

Yed, who was still staring blankly at his son's corpse, was dragged to the middle of what remained of the main mansion.

"Did you or did you not poison your

and Lothar encircling him, Yed became well aware that it was

when he saw that his son

hung his head lifelessly,

"Insolent scum!"

"You bastard!"

to

"You're worse than vermin!"

his confusion, almost sent over the edge by his

always known Yed was ambitious, but they had

present had been fighting alongside Ciril as he built his dynasty, and their loyalty to the man was

no wonder why they were incensed when they saw the extent of

when an ashen-faced Paula ran out of nowhere, throwing her arms defensively around Yed as she howled, "Stop yelling at him! I was the one who poisoned Ciril! I did it—kill

cheek was clenched when he saw how

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