“Dear God, have they gone mad?” Thierry said disbelievingly, his voice tinged with exasperation. “They want to have Sire killed? Can’t they see that this is all a setup—someone was clearly trying to turn us against him.”

He knew better than anyone that it was impossible for Levi to be the culprit when the latter basically owned the Great Family of Westford. There’s no way that he’d do this to his own people.

The subordinate handed Thierry a letter. “Sir, the King of Frostford issued this to you. He’s inviting you to join the operation to kill Sire.”

The letter contained a Writ of Command issued by the Great Family of Frostford.

The writ was devised by the first generation of leaders of the Four Great Families to symbolize their alliance. Issued in the face of grave danger or formidable foe, the Writ of Command called for all Four Great Families to band together and use whatever means necessary to defeat and eliminate the threat. Failure to comply would mean instant removal from the alliance.

Fearing that the killings would worsen further, the Great Family of Frostford decided to issue the writ.

sighed. “It’s all just a misunderstanding. Fine then. I’ll be a part of this operation,

two great families also received the writ. Lesale Mercurion, leader of the Great Family of Southford, showed up

turn up, but he sent a representative to

were monitoring

the opportunity to take him out for sure, especially when we’ve planted a series of evidence showing that he is behind all

borrowed knife, as they say,” Black Phoenix said approvingly. “There’s no way Levi could

hundreds of men for the operation. The head of the troop was a middle-aged man

stood a youth who looked to be sixteen

treasure of the Great Family of Frostford—the Frostbringer. There was ancient text etched on its blade. Despite its timeworn appearance, the Frostbringer shone with a chilling gleam

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